III. She, who her lovely offspring eyes IV. Their hope, their stay, their darling youth, In manhood's dawning blush; Bless him, Thou God of love and truth, Up to a parent's wish. V. The beauteous, seraph sister-band, With earnest tears I pray, Thou know'st the snares on ev'ry hand, Guide Thou their steps alway. VI. When soon or late they reach that coast, O'er life's rough ocean driv❜n, May they rejoice, no wand'rer lost, A family in heav'n! THE FIRST PSALM. THE man, in life where-ever plac'd, Hath happiness in store, Who walks not in the wicked's way, Nor learns their guilty lore! Nor from the seat of scornful pride But with humility and awe That man shall flourish like the trees Which by the streamlets grow; The fruitful top is spread on high, And firm the root below. But he whose blossom buds in guilt And like the rootless stubble tost, For why that GOD the good adore Hath giv❜n them peace and rest, But hath decreed that wicked men Shall ne'er be truly blest. A PRAYER UNDER THE PRESSURE OF VIOLENT ANGUISH. O THOU great Being! what Thou art Yet sure I am, that known to Thee Thy creature here before Thee stands, All wretched and distrest; Yet sure those ills that wring my soul Obey thy high behest. Sure Thou, Almighty, canst not act O, free my weary eyes from tears, |