Sonnets on graver Subjects. And rosy Health by thee holds on his way, And hearty Labour conquers mighty things, And balmy Rest unbroken slumber brings, And rev'rend Age in second youth is gay. Nor to the body are thy gifts confin'd, Thine is the wholesome atmosphere of soul; The tranquil spirit, and the active mind, Sweet self-possession, aud the world's controul. SONNET TO ECONOMY. ECONOMY! Arithmetician just! True to thyself, and true to all besides, Thy portion is to thee a sacred trust, And o'er thy dealings Purity presides. Thou knowest well the worth of little cares, The hours, and sums, the thoughtless throw away, With watchful prudence guiding thine affairs, Acquiring, first, the treasures of the mind, Thou knowest when to save, and when to give. Sonnets on graver Subjects. SONNET TO INDUSTRY. GREAT mover of mankind! Industry, thou He ploughs the sea, and delves the teeming earth, And man must act, or stagnate into death. SONNET TO PATIENCE. MEEK, quiet suff'rer on thy thorny bed, C Sonnets on graver Subjects. Yet not a murmur mingles with thy sigh, Nor one complaint pollutes thy humble pray'r. Thy God-thy Friend still sooths thy soul to peace, With hope of heav'n inspires thy tranquil breast, Where soon the wicked shall from troubling cease, And soon the weary shall for ever rest : This makes thee triumph in the trying hour, Upheld by sacred Love, and sov'reign Pow'r. SONNET TO AN INFANT. POOR little helpless heir of woe! Thy days of grief are just begun ; Thy future destiny below Is comprehended now by none: One thing alone is plainly seen, That thou art born, and thou must die, But what events shall pass between, Time must unfold, and thou must try. Yet He, who doth the sparrow feed Who makes the scented lily growWho clothes with grass the verdant mead, And bids the tender flow'ret blow He, makes thy infant days his care, And can, and will thy lot prepare. Sonnets on graver Subjects. SONNET TO YOUTH. THOU hast thy days of weakness past, And youthful vigour paints thy cheek; Before thee Folly's spells are cast, And pleasures thy fond hopes bespeak. A thousand snares are round thee spread, And thou art heedless wont to rove, With dreaming fancy in thy head, And in thy heart the warmth of love. Pursue, or ere it be too late, The voice of Truth with ardent aim, Nor treasure up a future fate, Of guilt, and ignorance, and shame : So shalt thou pass thy fruitful days, In dignity, delight, and praise. SONNET TO MANHOOD. NOW bustling middle life is thine, Of hoarding up for future years. Or vain ambition swells thine heart, 16 Sonnets on graver Subjects: And thou art after phantoms led, Ah! soon shall life's gay visions fade, Then labour for a nobler prize, SONNET TO OLD AGE. POOR, wither'd, tott'ring wreck of man! And back constrain'd with age to bow. And coldly sluggish creeps thy blood. Ah! quit thy ling'ring grasp of earth, Thy thoughts and hopes to heav'n remove, For He, who gave thee mortal birth, The hoary head, when righteous found, |