Virgins, who roll your artful eyes, Boast not of those withering charms, That must yield their youthful grace To age and wrinkles, earth and worms, But love the Author of your smiling face; That heavenly Bridegroom claims your blooming hours: O make it your perpetual care To please that Everlasting Fair; His beauties are the sun, and but the shade is Infants, whose different destinies yours Are wove with threads of different size, Who wrought your wondrous frame : Ye heads of venerable age, Adore the hand that led your way Through flowery fields, a fair long summer's day; Gasp out your soul in praises to the sovereign power That set your west so distant from your dawning hour. FLYING FOWL AND CREEPING THINGS, PRAISE YE THE LORD. PSALM CXLVIII. 10. SWEET flocks, whose soft enamell'd wing Lovely minstrels of the field, Who in leafy shadows sit, And your wondrous structures build, Awake your tuneful voices with the dawning light: To Nature's God your first devotions pay, Ere you salute the rising day; "Tis he calls up the sun, and gives him every ray Serpents, who o'er the meadows slide, And wear upon your shining back Numerous ranks of gaudy pride, Which thousand mingling colours make, In harmless play twist and unfold Insects and mites, of mean degree, That swarm in myriads o'er the land, And curl'd and painted with a various dye, In Praise him that wears the ethereal crown, THE COMPARISON AND COMPLAINT. INFINITE Power, eternal Lord, How sovereign is thy hand! All nature rose to obey thy word, With steady course thy shining sun And all the hours obedient run But ah! how wide my spirit flies, The raging fire, and stormy sea, While my wild passions rage within, Nor thy commands obey; And flesh and sense, enslav'd to sin, Draw my best thoughts away. Shall creatures of a meaner frame Great God, create my soul anew, Seize my whole frame into thy hand; Manage the wheels by thy command, And govern every spring. Then shall my feet no more depart, Then not the sun shall more than I Nor with a zeal so warm. GOD SUPREME AND SELF-SUFFICIENT, WHAT is our God, or what his name, The spacious worlds of heavenly light, |