The noble fire of an exalted mind, With gentle female tenderness combin❜d. Her fpeech, was the melodious voice of love; ༣༦༥༢.༥༥༥༥༤ X. BLESSINGS OF INDUSTRY. ALL is the gift of induftry! whate'er Exalts, embellishes, and renders life Delightful!-In th' unconscious breast, while slept The powers of man, be, roving, mixed with brutes; Or, for his acorn-meal, fought the fierce bear: A fhiv'ring wretch! aghaft and comfortless, When the bleak north, with winter charg'd, let fly Hail, rain, or fnow, or bitter breathing froft: Then, to the fhelter of the cave he fled; And the wild feason, fordid, pin'd away. Even defolate in crouds, his tedious days Rolld heavy, dark, and unenjoy'd along, A waste of time! till induftry approach'd, And rous'd him from his miferable floth ; His faculties unfolded; pointed out, Where lavish nature the directing hand Of art demanded fhew'd him how to raise His feeble force by the mechanic powers; To dig the mineral from the vaulted earth; On what to turn the piercing rage of fire; ; Taught him to chip the wood, and hew the stone, XI. MAN'S PERFECTION SUITED PRESENT то HIS STAT E -O F God above, or man below, What can we reafen, but from what we know? Of man, what fee we, but his station here, From which to reafon, or to which refer? What What vary'd being peoples ev'ry ftar, May tell why heav'n has made us as we are. Look'd thro'?or, can a part contain the whole ? WHEN the proud fteed fhall know why man reftrains THEN, fay not, man's imperfect, heav'n in fault; Say, rather, man's as perfect as he ought: His knowledge meafur'd to his state and place; His time a moment, and a point his space. F THE XII. UNIVERSAL PRAYER. ATHER of all! in ev'ry age, By faint, by favage, and by fage, Thou great firft caufe! leaft understood, To know but this, that thou art good, And that myself am blind ; Yet gave me, in this dark eftate, To fee the good from ill; And, binding nature faft in fate, Left free the human will; What confcience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This, teach me more than hell to shun,'. What bleffings thy free bounty gives, Let me not caft away; For, God is paid, when man receives Yet, not to earth's contracted span Let not this weak unknowing hand If I am right, thy grace impart, Still in the right to stay; If I am wrong, oh! teach my heart To find that better way. Save me alike from foolish pride, At ought thy wisdom has deny'd, Teach me, to feel another's woe; That mercy, I to others fhew, Mean tho' I am (not wholly fo, This day, be bread and peace my lot: To thee, whose temple is all space; Whofe altar, earth, fea, fkies; One chorus let all being raise; |