Still in my thought thy happier days detain’d, See trembling foes, and thy triumphant arms! The pompous ftreamers waving as fhe flies! The plains where once her fhouting armies stood, The ftream's broad wave that blush'd with hostile blood. Roll'd in the mafs of fire neglected lay, And join'd th' involving cloud that hid the day. They fweep the field, and shiver as they run. There nature labours with convulfive throws: Amaz'd, With fudden greens and herbage crown'd, And ftreams fhall murmur all around. W GRATITUDE. HEN all thy mercies, O my God, Transported with the view, I'm loft O how shall words with equal warmth The gratitude declare, That glows within my ravifh'd heart? But thou canft read it there. Thy Providence my life fuftain'd, And all my wants redreft, When in the filent womb I lay, To all my weak complaints and cries, Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learnt Unnumber'd comforts to my foul Before my infant heart conceiv'd When When in the flipp'ry paths of youth With heedlefs fteps I ran, Thine arm unseen convey'd me safe, And led me up to man. Thro' hidden dangers, toils, and deaths, And through the pleafing fnares of vice, When worn with fickness, oft haft thou And when in fins and forrows funk, Thy bounteous hand with worldly blifs Ten thousand thousand precious gifts Nor is the least a chearful heart, That taftes those gifts with joy. Thro' every period of my life And after death in diftant worlds The glorious theme renew. Ꭰ 6 When When nature fails, and day and night Divide thy works no more, My ever-grateful heart, O Lord, Thy mercy fhall adore. Thro' all eternity to thee TH CREATION. HE fpacious firmament on high, And spangled heavens, a fhining frame, Th' unwearied fun, from day to day, Does his creator's pow'r display, And publishes to every land The work of an almighty hand. Soon as th' ev'ning shades prevail, Whilft all the ftars that round her burn, And spread the truth from pole to pole. What |