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But thou canst taste no calm delight;
Thy pleasure is to show Thy magnanimity in fight,
Thy prowess—therefore go
I care not whether east or north,
So I no more may find thee; The angry muse thus sings thee forth,
And claps the gate behind thee.
To modern times, with Truth to guide
Thus, as the bee, from bank to bow'r,' Assiduous sips at ev'ry flow'r,
But rests on none, till that be found,
The spring of eighty nine shall be An æra cherish'd long by me, Which joyful I will oft record, And thankful at my frugal board; For then the clouds of eighty eight, That threaten'd England's trembling state With loss of what she least could spare, Her sov’reign's tutelary care, One breath of Heav'n, that cried-Restore ! Chas'd, never to assemble more : And for the richest crown on Earth, If valu'd by it's wearer's worth, The symbol of a righteous reigns Sat fast on George's brows again.
Then peace and joy again possess'd Our Queen's long-agitated breast; Such joy and peace as can be known By suff'rers like herself alone, Who losing, or supposing lost The good on Earth they valu'd most, * 1821 For that dear sorrow's sake forego All hope of happiness below, Then suddenly regain the prize, And Aash thanksgivings to the skies
O Queen of Albion, queen of isles louis
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FOR THE USE OF THE SUNDAY SCHOOL AT OLNEY.
Hear, Lord, the song of praise and rray’r,
In Heav'n thy dwelling place,
And taught to seek thy face.
Thanks for thy word, and for thy day,
And grant us, we implore,
Thy holy sabbaths more.
Thanks that we hear, but O impart
To each desires sincere,
And learn as well as hear.
For if vain thoughts the minds engage
Of older far than we, 1.
Our minds should e'er be free ? ;