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To hymn the moon’s pale light-—-to watch 
and pray 
In lonelieft walks thy cheerlefs hours away 3; 
To walk, and weep, and, all the dark night 
long, 
Like Philomel, pour forth thy plaintive fong : 
Ne’er fhalt thou, foa of forrow, weep again, 
Or tothy mother’s femblance more complain ; 
Lamenting thus, by frenzied grief deprefs d— 
«¢ Always from port withheld, always dif- 
trefs’d, 
Me howling winds drive devious, tempef- 
tofs’d, 
Sails ript, feams op’ning wide, and compas 
loft 5 
And day fe day fome current’s thwarting 
force 
Sets me more diftant from a _profp’rous 
courle.’”* 
Now thou haft bid begone thy cares and fears, 
And Love’s foft hand has wip’d away thy 
tears 5 
Now, toil-worn mariner, thy veffel rides’ 
Buoyant and fafe on heaven’s tranflucent 
tides 5 
Thy anchors bite fecure the golden fand, _ 
Whilft angel-fpirits wait on Canaan’s land 
To bid thee welcome to the peaceful fhore, 
Where adverfe winds fhall thwart thy courfe 
no more: 
Maternal fondnefs freaking in her eye, 
With gladden’d heart that long forgot to igh, 
Thy Mother fees thy toil and labour done, 
And thus in love’s kind language greets her 
fon : 
€¢ Soul of my faithful William, come and 
prove 
Thy mother’s fondnefs, and unalter’d love ; 
I faw thee crofs the troubled fea of life, 
Thwarted by ftorms of elemental ftrife , 
I faw thy fkiff unegual fight maintain 
With fearful tempeits on, “the raging main 3 
I faw the whirlwind’s breath with dreadful 
fwee 
Heave up the mighty billows of the deep, 
Drive wave on wave, like Carmel’s fummit 
high— 
I faw my fon tofs’d upward to the fky, 
On ridges fteep of liquid mountains ride, 
Whilft down below far yawn’d the threat’a- 
Sing tide 3 
Nor wonder’d much, when Nature look’d fo 
wild, 
Frenzy fhould feize thee, phe sigat! s child! 
Oft have Ifeen thee watchful ftation keep 
On the wild confines of the outf{pread deep, 
Where lurks the latent death, or breakers 
roar, 
And dath white foam upon the leeward fhore ; 
But ftill [knew that Providence, thy guide, 
Would fteer thee fafe o’er life’s tempeftuous 
tide 5 
aa PO eT REE FP > 
_ * See Mr. Cowper’s beautiful lines on ieg- 
ing his Mother’ s ge 
Original Poetxy. 
[ Jan. i 
And oft, my Son, when dangers prefs’d thee 
round, 
Thy Mufe would charm me, and thy lyre’s 
fweet found ; 
But when rough ftorms to cal mer fcenes gaye 
place, 
And Pea gay faluted Ocean’s face, 
With fails all fet, as fair the faft winds blew, 
And on her courfe ar'ght thy veffel flew ; 
When fmiling profpects and a fummer fky, 
Bid pleafure {parkle i in the Poet’s eye ; 
Then, pious Bard! would dulcet ftrains of 
- thine 
Fire with new raptures feraph-breafts like 
mine. 
But now accomplifh’d all thy heart’s defires,. . 
Andthy kiff anchor’d near thy laid-up fire’s, 
Where lies my fhelter’d bark, whofe fails 
much rent 
By ftormy winds, were long ago unbent ; 
Gladly I greet thee on this happy fhore, 
Where friends and kindred meet—to part no 
more. 
Come then, releafed ie come with me, 
Immortal groves and vernal walks to fee ; 
The filver ftreamlets that meandering flow, 
The trees fruit-bearing on their banks that 
grow, 
Whiere playful fun- beams fhoot with davaling 
fheen 
Thro’ the foft foliage of perpetual green: 
Here rove, my fon, thro’ regions ever fair, 
To fpicy yales, and myrrh crown’d hills ree 
pair, 
Where incenfe- winged gales o’er holy ground 
Delightful fragrance conftant fling around, 
Brufhing each fcented fhrub, and every tree 
Yielding fair flowers of ianitatiealiegie - . 
Bearing ‘perfumes from whence the lily grows, 
Sweet breath of fpikenard, and of Sharon’s 
rofe ; 
Odours that Gilead’s balfam-plants difpenfe, 
Or foul-reviving {mell of frankincenfe ; 
Strike thou tne lyre by heavenly fingers 
ftrung, 
Bid love's delightful theme employ thy 
tongue ; 
Inravtur’d Seraphim fhall lift to thee, 
Smic with thy ftrains of holy melody.” 
S: WHITCHURCH, 
Bath, 3th Oéiover y 1802. 
A PICTURE anda PROPHECY. 
‘¢ The wrongs that are, 
The rights that fhall be, the futurity 
Miraculous in good thana is begun.” Goethe. 
VW HEN fanguine youth, in fond Utopian 
dreams, 
Firft launches on the troubled fea of life, 
He trufts to fail on pleafure’s {moothett 
ftreamis ; 
Alas! he wakes to WOE and {cenes of 
‘Arife! = 
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