All nature is but art, unknown to thee; All partial evil, universal good; And, spite of Pride, in erring Reason's spite, Confidence in Divine Protection. 1. How are thy servants blest, O Lord! 2. In foreign realms, and lands remote, Through burning climes I pass'd unhurt, 3. Thy mercy sweeten'd ev'ry soil, Thou saw'st the wide extended deep When waves on waves, and gulfs in gulfs, 6. Yet then, from all my griefs, O Lord 7. For though in dreadful whirls we hung I knew thou wert not slow to hear, 8. The storm was laid, the winds retir'd, The sea that roar'd at thy command, 9. In midst of dangers, fears, and deaths, And praise thee for thy mercies past, 10. My life, if thou preserve my life, Thy sacrifice shall be; And death, if death must be my doom, Hymn on a review of the Seasons. 1 TUESE, as they change, Almighty Father! these Are but the varied God. The rolling year 1 When all nature's hush'd asleep, Devotion lends her heav'n plum'd wings, Where never sun-burnt woodman came, Till the tuneful bird of night, From the neighb'ring poplar's height, 6. With you roses brighter bloom, What is fame? An empty bubble; Gold? A shining, constant trouble. 41 Let them for their country bleed! E What was Sidney's, Raleigh's meed? Man's not worth a moment's pain; Base, ungrateful, fickle, vain. 7. Then let me, sequester'd fair, On yon hanging cliff it stands, Scoop'd by nature's plastic hands,blewsky Of cypress not with age decay'd; Where the owl still hooting sits,id ip wire t Where the bat incessant flits; There in loftier strains I'll sing Whence the changing seasons spring, Tell how storms deform the skies, Whence the waves subside anu rise, Wan grief will haunt you wheresoe'er you go, God never made an independent man; Suns shine, birds sing, flowers bloom, and water flows; What boots through space's furthest bourns to roam? |