DIVINE POETRY. 
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VI. 
When in the flip ft ry paths of youths 
With heedlefs Jleps I ran , 
Thine arm unfeen convey d me fafe , 
And led me up to man , 
VII. 
Through hidden danger s, toils , and deaths , 
It gently clear d my way ; 
And through the pleafing fnares of vice , 
More to be fear'd tha?i they . 
VIII. 
When worn with ficknefs , oft hafl thou 
With health renew'd my face y 
And when in fins and forrows funk , 
Reviv'd my foul with grace. 
IX. 
Thy bounteous hand with worldly blifs> 
Has made my Cup run o' er y 
And in a hind and faithful friend^ 
Has doubled all my fiore . 
X. 
Teji thoufand thoufiand precious gifts , 
My daily thanks employ , 
Nor is the leafi a chearful heart y 
That tafies thofe gifts with joy. 
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