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Divine communion, carefully enjoy'd,

Or sought with energy, must fill the void.
O sacred art, to which alone life owes

It's happiest seasons, and a peaceful close,
Scorn'd in a world, indebted to that scorn
For evils daily felt and hardly borne,

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Not knowing thee, we reap with bleeding hands
Flow'rs of rank odour upon thorny lands,
And, while Experience cautions us in vain,
Grasp seeming happiness, and find it pain.
Despondence, self-deserted in her grief,
Lost by abandoning her own relief,
Murmuring and ungrateful Discontent,

That scorns afflictions mercifully meant,

Those humours tart as wine upon the fret,

Which idleness and weariness beget;

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These, and a thousand plagues, that haunt the

breast,

Fond of the phantom of an earthly rest,

VOL. I.

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Divine communion chases, as the day

Drives to their dens th' obedient beasts of prey.
See Judah's promis'd king, bereft of all,
Driv'n out an exile from the face of Saul,
To distant caves the lonely wand'rer flies,

To seek that peace a tyrant's frown denies.
Hear the sweet accents of his tuneful voice,

Hear him, o'erwhelm'd with sorrow, yet rejoice;
No womanish or wailing grief has part,
No, not a moment, in his royal heart;
'Tis manly music, such as martyrs make,
Suff'ring with gladness for a Saviour's sake;
His soul exults, hope animates his lays,
The sense of mercy kindles into praise,
And wilds, familiar with a lion's roar,
Ring with ecstatic sounds unheard before:
"Tis love like his, that can alone defeat
The foes of man, or make a desert sweet.
Religion does not censure or exclude

Unnumber'd pleasures harmlessly pursu'd;

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To study culture, and with artful toil

To meliorate and tame the stubborn soil;

To give dissimilar yet fruitful lands

The grain, or herb, or plant, that each demands;

To cherish virtue in an humble state,

And share the joys your bounty may create; 790
To mark the matchless workings of the pow'r,
That shuts within it's seed the future flow'r,
Bids these in elegance of form excel,

In colour these, and those delight the smell,
Sends Nature forth the daughter of the skies,
To dance on Earth, and charm all human eyes;
To teach the canvass innocent deceit,

Or lay the landscape on the snowy sheet-
These, these are arts pursued without a crime,
That leave no stain upon the wing of time.

Me poetry (or rather notes that aim
Feebly and vainly at poetic fame)

Employs, shut out from more important views,
Fast by the banks of the slow winding Ouse;

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Content if thus sequester'd I may raise

A monitor's, though not a poet's praise,
And while I teach an art too little known,
To close life wisely, may not waste my own.

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THE

YEARLY DISTRESS,

OR,

TITHING TIME AT STOCK IN ESSEX.

VERSES ADDRESSED TO A COUNTRY CLERGYMAN COMPLAINING OF

THE DISAGREEABLENESS OF THE DAY ANNUALLY

APPOINTED FOR RECEIving the DUES AT

THE PARSONAGE.

COME, ponder well, for 'tis no jest,
To laugh it would be wrong,

The troubles of a worthy priest
The burden of my song.

The priest he merry is and blithe
Three quarters of the year,

But oh! it cuts him like a sithe,

When tithing-time draws near.

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