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UNDER THE PRESSURE OF
THOU Great Being! what thou art
Are all thy works below.
Thy creature here before thee stands,
All wretched and distrest ;
Obey thy high behest.
Sure thou, Almighty, canst not act
From cruelty or wrath :
Or close them fast in death!
But if I must afflicted be,
To suit some wise design:
To bear and not repine !
FIRST SIX VERSES
O thou, the first, the greatest friend
Of all the human race!
Their stay and dwelling place!
Before the mountains heay'd their heads
Beneath thy forming hand, Before this pond'rous globe itself
Arose at thy command;
That pow'r which rais’d and still upholds
This universal frame,
Those mighty periods of years
Which seem to us so vast, Appear no more before thy sight
Than yesterday that's past.
Thou giv’st the word: Thy creature, man,
Is to existence brought:
• Return ye into nought!'
Thou layest them, with all their cares,
In everlasting sleep;
With overwhelming sweep.
They flourish like the morning flow'r,
In beauty's pride array’d;
All wither'd and decay’d.
A MOUNTAIN DAISY.
TURNING ONE DOWN WITH THE PLOUGH,
In April, 1786.
Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r,
Thy slender stem;
Thou bonnie gem.
Alas! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonnie Lark, companion meet! Bending thee ʼmang the dewy weet!
Wi' spreckl'd breast, When upward-springing, blythe, to greet
The purpling east.