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poetry. Sept. 4. 
Shall after death to life awake, 
And oi celestial joys partake? 
Hope of remifsion, does excite 
To leave what’s wrong, and do what’s right.. 
Who would repent of actions bad, 
If he no hopes of pardon had ? 
What would make men from evil cease, 
But hope of pardon,—favour,—peace ? 
Forbidden pleasures we despise, 
In hope of pure immortal joys. 
We praise and pray, we fear and love, 
Hoping tor mercy from above. 
May virtue be our fixed choice, 
That in our hopes we may rejoice. 
Tf what in usis wrong we mend, 
Our hopes will in enjoyment end. 
They who sincerely do their best, 
Tn a well-grounded hope may rest. A .D. 
THe ORPHAN. 
Poor boy—though in thy tender years, 
Thine eyes are dim’d with flowing tears, 
Thy little heart difsolv’d in grief, 
Thou canst not hope from man relief } 
O child of sorrow cease to weep, 
Though in the dust thy parents sleep ; 
The binds of death thou canst not break, 
Nor from the tomb the slumb’rers wake. 
An early orphan left alone, 
Upon the world deserted thrown ; 
A mother’s love who can supply ? 
Or watch thee with a father’s eye? 
Though allunmindful of thy good, 
Forgetful of a brother’s blood, 
And heedlefs of thy woeful state, 
Thy kindred cast thee off to fate— 
The God, who gave to them the pow’r 
To aid thee in this trying hour, 
‘To thee his mercies may extend, 
And ever prove thy stedfast friend. 
His love thy tender youth may fhield, 
His hand exhaustlefs treasures yield, 
His wisdom pour the precepts kind 
Of life eternal in thy mind. 
Cease—child of sorrow, cease to weep 
Though in the dust thy parents sleep, 
The Saviour of the world fhall be . 
A father ever unto thee. 
