16 THE DRIFFIELD ANGLER. 



There let me range, where tow'ring to the 



skies, 

 High mountains o'er the plains are seen to 



rise ; 



The rivers clearing each opposing mound 

 That bars their passage^ thro' the level ground, 

 To reach the distant main, whereon to look 

 Affords this lesson drawn from Reason's book : 

 *' As constant flowing streams thy waves sup- 



pty> 



" So rolls all nature thro' eternity ; 



" From thee they draw their source, thy tem- 

 pests rise, 



" And fill the lofty sluices of the skies ; 



" Whence powerful rains, or gentle dews 

 descend, 



*' Which still towards their native centre 

 tend." 



Thus would I pass in peaceful sport my 



days, 



Attentive to my great Creator's praise ; 

 That life he gave, with cheerfulness resign, 

 And hope at length in heavenly bliss to join. 



