you ;

Sleep, felf-lovers, is for
Souls that love celeftial know
Fairer scenes by night can view
Than the fun could ever show.

30. ON THE SAME.

EASON of my purest pleasure, Sealer of obferving eyes! When, in larger, freer measure, I can commune with the fkies; While, beneath thy fhade extended, Weary man forgets his woes; I, my daily trouble ended, Find, in watching, my repofe.

Silence all around prevailing,

Nature hufh'd in flumber sweet, No rude noife mine ears affailing, Now my God and I can meet : Univerfal nature slumbers,

And my foul partakes the calm, Breathes her ardour out in numbers, Plaintive fong or lofty pfalm.

Now my paffion, pure and holy, Shines and burns without restraint; Which the day's fatigue and folly Cause to languish, dim and faint: Charming hours of relaxation!

How I dread the ascending sun! Surely, idle converfation

Is an evil, match'd by none.

Worldly prate and babble hurt me;
Unintelligible prove;

Neither teach me nor divert me;

I have ears for none but Love.
Me they rude efteem, and foolish,
Hearing my abfurd replies;

I have neither art's fine polish,
Nor the knowledge of the wife.
Simple fouls, and unpolluted,

By converfing with the great,
Have a mind and tafte, ill fuited
To their dignity and state;
All their talking, reading, writing,
Are but talents mifapplied;
Infants' prattle I delight in,
Nothing human choose befide.

"Tis the fecret fear of finning

Checks my tongue, or I should say, When I fee the night beginning, I am glad of parting day; Love this gentle admonition Whispers foft within my breast; " Choice befits not thy condition, Acquiefcence fuits thee beft."

Henceforth, the repofe and pleasure Night affords me I refign;

And thy will shall be the measure,

Wisdom infinite of mine :

Wishing is but Inclination

Quarreling with thy decrees; Wayward nature finds the occafion'Tis her folly and disease.

Night, with its fublime enjoyments,
Now no longer will I choose;
Nor the day with its employments,
Irksome as they seem, refuse;
Leffons of a God's inspiring

Neither time nor place impedes ;
From our wishing and defiring
Our unhappiness proceeds.

31. ON THE SAME.

IGHT! how I love thy filent fhades,

My fpirits they compofe;

The blifs of heaven my

In fpite of all my woes.

foul pervades,

While fleep inftils her poppy dews

In every flumbering eye,

I watch, to meditate and mufe,
In bleft tranquillity.

And when I feel a God immense

Familiarly impart,

With every proof he can dispense,

His favour to my heart;

My native meanness I lament,
Though most divinely fill'd
With all the ineffable content
That Deity can yield.

His purpose and his course he keeps ;
Treads all my reasonings down;
Commands me out of nature's deeps,
And hides me in his own.

When in the duft, its proper place,
Our pride of heart we lay;
'Tis then a deluge of his grace
Bears all our fins away.

Thou whom I ferve, and whose I am,
Whose influence from on high
Refines, and fill refines my flame,
And makes my fetters fly.

How wretched is the creature's state
Who thwarts thy gracious power;
Crush'd under fin's enormous weight,
Increafing every hour!

The night, when pafs'd entire with thee,
How luminous and clear!
Then fleep has no delights for me,

Left thou shouldst disappear.

My Saviour! occupy me still
In this fecure recefs;
Let reafon flumber if fhe will,
My joy fhall not be less:

Let Reason flumber out the night;

But if thou deign to make
My foul the abode of Truth and Light,
Ah, keep my heart awake!

32. THE JOY OF THE CROSS.

ONG plunged in sorrow, I refign
My foul to that dear hand of thine,
Without referve or fear;

That hand fhall wipe my ftreaming eyes;
Or into smiles of glad surprise
Transform the falling tear.

My fole poffeffion is thy love;
In earth beneath, or heaven above,
I have no other store;

And though with fervent fuit I pray,
And importune thee night and day,
I ask thee nothing more.

My rapid hours pursue the course
Prescribed them by Love's fweetest force;

And I thy fovereign will,
Without a wish to escape my doom;
Though ftill a fufferer from the womb,
And doom'd to fuffer ftill.

By thy command, where'er I ftray,
Sorrow attends me all my way,