Next my ag'd parents fuccour and revere,
For all my houfe provide with prudent care,
And strive to blefs all thofe within my sphere.
May I my precious time fo well employ,
It may redound to my eternal joy;
Improve each talent too, with which I'm
bleft,
And flore up ufeful knowledge in my breaft;
So that I may, by thine affifting grace,
Finifh my courfe with comfort, and with peace,
And be tranfported to fome better ftate,
With endless blifs and rapt'rous joy replete.
To the Author of the Universe.
HALL, glorious God! thou goodness'
And pow'r's eternal fpring,
Infpire my grateful break with praise,
My Father, Savicur, King.
Thy mercy knows no finite bounds,
But, unconfin'd and free,
Illumines the bright orbs of heav'n,
And fills immenfity.
Wide rolls the fea, and the fun gilds
With light each diftant fhore;
Thy goodness will for ever flow,
And fhine, when time's no more.
Who fhall before thy hallow'd throne,
Ingulph'd in pleasure stand;
Afcend thy holy mount, and reign
In the true promis'd land?
That happy man, whofe raptur'd raind
Is with thy pardon bleft;
In whofe tofs'd foul, thy potent word
Has fpoke the woes to reft;
He fhall behold thy face, and drown'
In floods of glory gaze;
Strain every faculty in love,
And fill the heav'n's with praife.
A New SON G. Set by Mr. Boyce.
Firft Gentleman foots it to his partner, turns and caft off; fecond couple to the fame; caft off, and hands round with third couple; lead up to the top, foot it, and caft off
Where pious Hales, where Yonge, or dwell;
There lift'ning, turn each waving hair
That wanton flow'd to ftop the comin
As midnight mute, till all their tal
told,
Then, the delicious, wholesome meal d
Dilute it in the foft Pierian fpring,
And turn it to digestion all.-Oh Hale:
Thou happy author of my Being-well!
Of thee my grateful foul fhall ever this
Of thee who tainted and corrupted air
Expell'd, from my foul's lungs;
And with thy ventilator of advice,
Breath'd forth fresh gales of goodness is
Still feed my panting foul with living a
Such as my needy appetite oftimes,
When dealt from thy own store, devou
"Tis charity beyond the man, who steal
Through the dark grove unfeen, to fon
Where poverty inhabits; pale diftrefs !! And meagre want,-concomitants of w Where the poor widow with a ghaftly f Sadly beholds her little naked brood; Pictures of great distress in miniature ! Of the poor mother's want, oh rich ritors!
Crawl on the cold earth, and whining fi For what they cannot find-a meal of Till he, the widow's hufband, and the orp Guardian, came. Hail charity's foft ha Thou, never fail'ft: Give thee thy due; Take heaven for thy reward.Oh cha kind tongue!
Which whifpers heavenly counfel to the O Hales! 'twas thine! take thy reward, The heaven of heavens is thine; the ton That faves a foul from death eternal, Shall fing Jehovah's praife, before Jeho face, CLERICU
rondemned of high Treason
His Dout to be spult to death by the
Dare Horsford to moll and ~
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