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Who all night long unwearied sing Yet then from all my griefs, O Lord, High praises to the eternal King.

Thy mercy set ine free,

Whilst in the contidence of prayer, All praise to Thee, who safe hast kept, My faith took hold on thee. And hast refreshed me whilst I slept; Grant, Lord, when I from death shall For, though in dreadful whirls we hung, wake,

High on the broken wave, I may of endless light partake.

I knew thou wert not slow to hear,

Nor impotent to save. Lord, I my vows to thee renew; Disperse my sins as morning dew; The storm was laid, the winds retired Guard my first springs of thought and Obedient to thy will; will,

The sea, that roared at thy command, And with thyself my spirit fill.

At thy command was still.

Direct, control, suggest, this day, In midst of dangers, fears, and death, All I design, or or say;

Thy goodness I'll adore, That all my powers, with all their might, and praise thee for thy mercies past, In thy sole glory may unite.

And humbly hope for more. Praise God, from whom all blessings flow; My life, if thou preserv'st my life, Praise him, all creatures here below;

Thy sacrifice shall be; Praise him above, ye heavenly host;

And death, if death must be my doom, Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

Shall join my soul to thee.



The Lord my pasture shall prepare,

And feed me with a shepherd's care ; HYMN

His presence shall my wants supply,

And guard me with a watchful eye; How are thy servants blest, O Lord ! My noonday walks he shall attend, How sure is their defence!

And all my midnight hours defend.
Eternal Wisdom is their guide,
Their help Omnipotence.

When in the sultry glebe I faint,

Or on the thirsty mountain pant, In foreign realms and lands remote,

To fertile vales and dewy meads Supported by thy care, Through burning climes I passed unhurt, where peaceful rivers, soft and slow,

My weary, wandering steps he leads, And breathed in tainted air.

Amid the verdant landscape flow.
Thy mercy sweetened every toil,
Made every region please;

Though in the paths of death I tread, The hoary Alpine hills it warmed,

With gloomy horrors overspread, And smoothed the Tyrrhene seas.

My steadfast heart shall fear no ill;

For thou, O Lord, art with me still : Think, O my soul, devoutly think,

Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, How, with affrighted eyes,

And guide me through the dreadful shade. Thou saw'st the wide extended deep In all its horrors rise.

Though in a bare and rugged way,

Through devions lonely wilds I stray, Confusion dwelt in every face,

Thy bounty shall my wants beguile, And fear in every heart ;

The barren wilderness shall smile, When waves on waves, and gulfs on gulfs, with sudden greensand herbage crowned, O’orcame the pilot's art.

And streams shall murmur all around.


(1688 - 1744)

0, lead me wheresoe'er I go,

Through this day's life or death. This day be bread and peace my lot;

All else beneath the sun Thou know'st if best bestowed or not,

And let thy will be done !

THE UNIVERSAL PRAYER. Father of all! in every age,

In every clime adored, By saint, by savage, and by sage,

Jehovah, Jove, or Lord !

To thee, whose temple is all space,

Whose altar, earth, sea, skies, One chorus let all beings raise !

All Nature's incense rise !

Thou great First Cause, least understood,

Who all my sense confined To know but this, that thou art good,

And that myself am blind;
Yet gave me, in this dark estate,

To see the good froin ill ;
And, binding nature fast in fate,

Lest free the human will.

What conscience dictates to be done,

Or warns me not to do, This teach me more than hell to shun,

That more than heaven pursue.

What blessings thy free bounty gives

Let me not cast away ; For God is paid when man receives :

To enjoy is to obey.


Yet not to earth's contracted span

Thy goodness let me bound,
Or think thee Lord alone of man,

When thousand worlds are round.

Let not this weak, unknowing hand

Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land

On each I judge thy foe.

HAPPINESS. O HAPPINESS ! our being's end and aim! Good, pleasure, ease, content! whate'er

thy name; That something still, which prompts the

eternal sigh; For which we bear to live or dare to

die; Which still so near us, yet beyond is

lies, O'erlooked, seen double by the fool, and

wise. Plant of celestial seed ! if dropped be

low, Say, in what mortal soil thou deign'st to Fair opening to some court's propitious

shrine, Or deep with diamonds in the flaming

mine? Twined with the wreaths Parnassian

laurels yield, Or reaped in iron harvests of the field ? Where grows ? where grows it not ?

If vain our toil, We ought to blame the culture, not the

soil : Fixed to no spot is happiness sincere, 'T is uowhere to be found, or everywhere. Ask of the learned the way, the learned

are blind; This bids to serve, and that to shun man.

kind : Some place the bliss in action, some in

ease; Those call it pleasure, and contentment

these : Some, sunk to beasts, find pleasure end

in pain; Some, swelled to gods, confess e'en vir.

tue vain : Or indolent, to each extreme they fall,

If I am right, thy grace impart

Still in the right to stay ; If I am wrong, O, teach my heart

To find that better way!

Save me alike from foolish pride,

Or impious discontent, At aught thy wisdom has denied,

Or aught thy goodness lent.

Teach me to feel another's woe,

To hide the fault I see; That mercy I to others show,

That mercy show to me. Mean though I am, not wholly so,

Since quickened by thy breath;

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To trust in everything, or doubt of all. But fortune's gifts if each alike possessed,
Who thus define it, say they more or less And all were equal, must not all con-
Than this, that happiness is happiness? test?
Take nature's path, and mad opinion's If then to all men happiness was meant,

God in externals could not place conAll states can reach it, and all heads conceive;

Fortune her gifts may variously disObvions her goods, in no extremes they pose, dwell;

And these be happy called, unhappy There needs but thinking right and

those ; meaning well;

But Heaven's just balance equal will apAnd mourn our various portions as we pear, please,

While those are placed in hope, and Equal is common sense and common ease. these in fear; Remember, man,

• The Universal Cause Not present good or ill, the joy or curse, Acts not by partial, but by general laws"; But future views of better or of worse. And makes what happiness we justly O sons of earth, attempt ye still to call

rise, Subsist not in the good of one, but all. By mountains piled on mountains, to the There's not a blessing individuals find,

skies? But some way leans and hearkens to the Heaven still with laughter the vain toil kind;

surveys, No bandit fierce, no tyrant mad with And buries madmen in the heaps they pride,

raise. No caverned hermit rests self-satisfied: Know, all the good that individuals Who most to shun or hate mankind pre

find, tend,

Or God and nature meant to mere manSeek an admirer, or wonld fix a friend :

kind, Abstract what others feel, what others Reason's whole pleasure, all the joys of think,

sense, All pleasures sicken, and all glories sink : Lie in three worıls, health, peace, and Each has his share ; and who would competence.

niore obtain Shall find the pleasure pays not half the

pain. Order is Heaven's first law; and, this confessed,

ALLAN RAMSAY. Some are, and must be, greater than the rest,

(1685 – 1758.) More rich, more wise : but who infers

from hence That such are happier shocks all common

FAREWELL to Lochaber, farewell to my Heaven to mankind impartial we confess, Jean, If all are equal in their happiness : Where heartsome with thee I have mony But mutual wants this happiness in a day been :

To Lochaber no more, to Lochaber no All nature's difference keeps all nature's more, peace.

We 'll maybe return to Lochaber no Condition, circumstance, is not the thing;

more. Bliss is the same in subject or in king, These tears that I shed they are a' for In who obtain defence or who defend, In him who is or him who finds a friend; And not for the dangers attending on Heaven breathes through every member weir; of the whole

Though borne on rough seas to a far One common blessing, as one common bloody shore, soul.

Maybe to return to Lochaber no more !




my dear,


waves roar,


Though hurricanes rise, and rise every So just, the life itself was there.

No flattery with his colors laid,
No tempest can equal the storm in my To bloom restored the faded maid;

He gave each muscle all its strength, Though loudest of thunders on louder The month, the chin, the nose's length.

His honest pencil touched with truth, That 's naething like leaving my love on And marked the date of age and youth. the shore.

He lost his friends, his practice failed; To leave thee behind me my heart is sair Truth should not always be revealed; pained,

In dusty piles his pictures lay, But by ease that's inglorious no fame For no one sent the second pay. can be gained :

Two bustos, fraught with every grace, And beauty and love's the reward of the A Venus' and Apollo's face,

He placed in view ; resolved to please, And I maun deserve it before I can crave. Whoever sat, he drew from these,

From these corrected every feature, Then glory, my Jeany, maun plead my And spirited each awkward creature. excuse;

All things were set; the hour was Since honor commands me, how can I

come, refuse?

His pallet ready o'er his thumb. Without it I ne'er can have merit for My lord appeared; and seated right thee,

In proper attitude and light, And losing thy favor I'd better not be. The painter looked, he sketched the I gae then, my lass, to win honor and

piece, fame,

Then dipped his pencil, talked of Greece, And if I should chance to come glorious of Titian's tints, of Guido's air ; hame,

“Those eyes, my lord, the spirit there I'll bring a heart to thee with love run- Might well a Raphael's hand require, ning o'er,

To give them all their native fire ;
And then I'll leave thee and Lochaber The features fraught with sense and

You 'll grant are very hard to hit;
But yet with patience you shall view
As much as paint and art can do.

Observe the work.” My lord replied :

“ Till now I thought my mouth was (1688-1732.]

Besides, my nose is somewhat long;

Dear sir, for me, 't is far too young." THE PAINTER WHO PLEASED NOBODY “Oh! pardon me,” the artist cried, AND EVERYBODY.

“In this the painters must decide.

The piece even common eyes must strike, Lest men suspect your tale untrue, I warrant it extremely like." Keep probability in view.

My lord examined it anew; The traveller, leaping o'er those bounds, No looking-glass seemed half so true. The credit of his book confounds.

A lady came; with borrowed grace Who with his tongue hath armies routed He from his Venus formed her face. Makes even his real courage doubted : Her lover praised the painter's art; But Hattery never seems absurd ; So like the picture in his heart ! The flattered always takes your word : To every age some charm he lent; Impossibilities seein just;

Even beauties were almost content. They take the strongest praise on trust. Through all the town his art they praised; Hyperboles, though ne'er so great, His custom grew, his price was raised. Will still come short of self-conceit. Had he the real likeness shown, So very like a painter drew,

Would any man the picture own? That every eye the picture knew; But when thus happily he wrought, He hit complexion, feature, air, Each found the likeness in his thought.

no more.

wide ;





But fame shall find me no man's fool,

Nor to a set of men a slave: (1691 - 1763.)

I love a friendship free and frank,

And hate to hang upon a hank.

Fond of a true and trusty tie,
I Am content, I do not care,

I never loose where'er I link; Wag as it will the world for me; Though if a business budges by, When fuss and fret was all iny fare, I talk thereon just as I think; It got no ground as I could see:

My word, my work, my heart, my hand, So when away my caring went,

Still on a side together stand. I counted cost, and was content.

If names or notions make a noise, With more of thanks and less of thought, Whatever hap the question hath,

I strive to make my matters meet; The point impartially I poise, To seek what ancient sages sought,

Aud read or write, but without wrath; Physic and food in sour and sweet : For should I burn, or break my brains, To take what passes in good part, Pray, who will pay me for my pains? And keep the hiccups from the heart.

I love my neighbor as myself, With good and gentle-humored hearts,

Myself like him too, by his leave; I choose to chat where'er I come,

Nor to his pleasure, power, or pelf Whate'er the subject be that starts;

Came I to crouch, as I conceive: But if I get among the glum,

Dame Nature doubtless has designed I hold my tongue to tell the truth,

A man the monarch of his mind.
And keep my breath to cool my broth.
For chance or change of peace or pain,

Now taste and try this temper, sirs ;
For Fortune's favor or her frown,

Mood it and brood it in your breast; For lack or glut, for loss or gain,

Or if ye ween, for worldly stirs,

That man does right to mar his rest, I never dodge nor up nor down; But swing what way the ship shall swim, Let me be deft, and debonair, Or tack about with equal trim.

I am content, I do not care.
I suit not where I shall not speed,

Nor trace the turn of every tide;
If simple sense will not succeed,
I make no bustling, but abide;

For shining wealth or scaring woe,
I force no friend, I fear no foe.

(1700- 1748.] Of ups and downs, of ins and outs, FROM THE “CASTLE OF INDOLENCE." Of they 're i' the wrong, and we're i' the right,

In lowly dale, fast by a river's side, I shun the rancors and the routs;

With woody hill o'er hill encompassed And wishing well to every wight,

round, Whatever turn the matter takes,

A most enchanting wizard did abide, I deem it all but ducks and drakes.

Than whom a friend more fell is no

where found. With whom I feast I do not fawn,

It was, I ween, a lovely spot of ground: Nor if the folks should flout me, faint; And there a season atween June and If wonted welcome be withdrawn,

May, I cook no kind of a complaint:

Half pranked with spring, with sum. With none disposed to disagree,

mer half inbrowned, But like them best who best like me. A listless climate made, where, sooth

to say,

Not that I rate myself the rule

How all my betters should behave;

No living wight could work, nor cared

even for play.

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