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Take nature's path, and mad opinions leave;
Order is heaven's first law; and this confest, Some are, and must be, greater than the rest, More rich, more wise; but who infers from hence, That such are happier, shocks all common sense. Know, all the good that individuals find, Or God of nature meant to mere mankind : Reason's whole pleasure, all the joys of sense, Lie in three words, Health, Peace, and Competence.
Composed in a morning walk near Congleton.
« These are thy glorious works parent of good:''
The dewy blessings of this morning hour,
By thee, yon lofty mountain rears its head : By thee, this humble valley t sinks its bed These riv'lets # thine, which murmur through the
mead; To thee, great Source of Good, their winding chan
Callid forth by thee, these woods their leaves
display, T enrich their verdure in the solar ray. Thou cloath'st each hedge and bush, each herb
and plantTo these fair blooming hopes thy blessing grant ! Bless thou the rising corn, the grassy field; And let thy bounty plenteous harvests yield ! On thy supplies both man and beast aitend; On th’ opening year thou smil'st, thy goodness
crowns its end.
What various flow'ry beauties spread the field, Which through the healthy air their fragrance
yield ! * The cloud. + Through which Dane-Inch runs. # The branches of Dane-Inch.
The crowloot, daisie, cowslip's golden hue,
The feather'd tribes to thee their voices raise, Rejoice iu being, and resound thy praise. With lab ring wing, the lark, scarce seen on high, Incessant pours his mattins through the sky. Perch'd on yon lofty poplar's topmost spray, The shrill thrush welcomes the bright source of day. Deep in the thicket hid, the blackbird shy, His mellow whistle tunes, to aid the con.mon joy.
The wood-lark, glory of the warbling throng, Aliernate sinks, and swells his varied song. The gaudy goldfinch, linnet, white-throat fair, With musical confusion load the air. In deeper note the ring-dove 'midst the groves, To his coy mate soft-cooing breathes his loves. The list'ning swains, through ev'ry brow and dale, Delighted hear, and shout the cuckoo's simple tale,
The focks and herds, whom thou supply'st
with food, Enjoying thank thee, and pronounce it good.
The fleecy people crop the early dew;
These are thy works, O God, and these thy
care; All these, in season due, thy various blessings
Blest Power ! that me into existence drew, And spread this fair creation to my view ! Blest Power! that gave me eyes, and ears, and
And taught me, in each ohject, God to find ! Blest he that care that guards my ev'ry day; That feeds, and clothes, and guides me through
my way. Accept my thanks for this enliv'ning hour; This cheerful taste of bliss, that thrills through
Grateful would I thy present blessings share, And trust my whole of being to thy tuture care.
In hope a king doth go to war;
In hope a lover lives full long;
In hope just men do suffer wrong;
A MEDITATION FOR A LADY.
You are a tulip, seen to-day,
You are a lovely July-flower,
You are a sparkling rose i' th' bud,