HYMN. THE op'ning visions of thy grace, My God, my king, arise, They fill my soul with joy and peace My thoughts ascend the skies. There JESUS dwells-Redeemer lov'd; Jehovah now, and GOD. Kindness to us he well approv'd, When in this vale he trod. I see the saints that with him walk'd, And bore man's taunting frown: The humble souls with JESUs talk'd, And liv'd for him alone. And, now he's rais'd beyond this world, They mount to mansions high: They see their foes beneath them hurl'd, While they exalt the sky. JESUS, assist our trembling souls! Oh, strengthen and confirm ! Save us while earth to ruin rolls! And lift above the storm! TO PHILOMEL. RIGHTLY swells thy cheering note, Now the airs of ev'ning float; Come, I'll sit beside the rill, Where the breezes murmur still, And your song of harmony, Sweetly soft'ning harmony, Shall the closing hour beguile, Ere the beams of Cynthia smile. THE BUTTERFLY BEAUT'OUS, little, flutt'ring thing, Fanning air with silken wing, Oh, be not so full of fear! Fly not far, but hover near I'll not harm you let me gaze, Let me view that downy maze, Where colors' soft confusion smiles- Now you're dead-I never meant To harm you, oh 'twas accident. DECISION OF CHARACTER. HAIL to the man who on himself depends; Not wav'd by fleet opinion's every breeze, So great was Cæsar, tho' from motives vile, Cherish not obstinacy-that despise ! Candid and firm decision 'tis I mean : To every argument first ope your eyes, And, tho' conclusion carefully be drawn, If some new motive should spring up to view, But judgment never for light cause renew. A man I've seen, who, half afraid to think, Would partly form conclusion, then, forsooth, Advice would ask of friends-one friend might wink, Or politicks, or what he thought of most- -His poor opinion soon gives up the ghost, Ah, when you think of aught pursue it straight : Friends may be fearful they may bear the blame, Be grateful to them-but with thoughts the same, Think you did Cæsar ever ask his friends! Did Washington-" may I do this!" require! |