XIX. THE MAZE. FROM right to left, and to and fro, And turn, and turn, and turn again, XX. NO SORROW PECULIAR TO THE THE lover, in melodious verses, XXI. THE SNAIL. To grass, or leaf, or fruit, or wall, Together. Within that house secure he hides, Of weather. Give but his horns the slightest touch, Displeasure. Where'er he dwells, he dwells alone, Whole treasure. Thus, hermitlike, his life he leads, And if he meets one, only feeds The faster. Who seeks him must be worse than blind (He and his house are so combined), If, finding it, he fails to find Its master. HYMN For the Use of the Sunday School at Olney. HEAR, Lord, the song of praise and prayer Thanks for thy word, and for this day, And grant us, we implore, Never to waste in sinful play Thy holy sabbaths more. Thanks that we hear!-But, O, impart To each desires sincere, That we may listen with our heart, For if vain thoughts the minds engage What hope that, at our heedless age, Much hope, if thou our spirits take Wisdom and bliss thy word bestows, And be thy mercies shower'd on those STANZAS Subjoined to the yearly Bill of Mortality of the Parish of All-Saints, Northampton'. ANNO DOMINI 1787. Pallida Mors æquo pulsat pede pauperum tabernas, Pale Death with equal foot strikes wide the door HOR. WHILE thirteen moons saw smoothly run The Nen's barge-laden wave, All these, life's rambling journey done, Was man (frail always) made more frail Did famine or did plague prevail, That so much death appears? No; these were vigorous as their sires, Like crowded forest-trees we stand, 1 Composed for John Cox, parish clerk of Northampton. Green as the bay tree, ever green, The gay, the thoughtless have I seen, Read, ye that run, the awful truth No present health can health ensure And O! that, humble as my lot, These truths, though known, too much forgot, So prays your clerk with all his heart, And ere he quits the pen, Begs you for once to take his part, And answer all-Amen! |