2. Fair op'ning to some court's propitious shrine,
Or deep with diamonds in the flaming mine?
Twin'd with the wreaths Parnassian laurels yield,
Or reap'd 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.
Fix'd to no spot is happiness sincere ;

'Tis no where to be found, or ev'ry where';
"Tis never to be bought, but always free;

And, fled from monarchs, St. John! dwells with thee 3. Ask of the learn'd the way. The learn'd are blind; This bids to serve, and that to shun mankind: 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 swell'd to gods, confess ev'n virtue vain : Or indolent, to each extreme they fall, To trust in ev'ry thing, or doubt of all. 4. Who thus define it, say they more or less Than this, that happiness is happiness? Take nature's path, and mad opinions leave; All states can reach it, and all heads conceive; Obvious her goods, in no extreme they dwell; There needs but thinking right, and meaning well And mourn our various portions as we please, Equal is common sense, and common ease. Remember, man, "the universal cause, Acts not by partial, but by gen'ral laws;" And makes what happiness we justly call, Subsist not in the good of one', but all.-POPE. SECTION IV.

The goodness of Providence.

1. THE Lord my pasture shall prepare,
And feed me with a shepherd's care;
His presence shall my wants supply,
And guard me with a watchful eye;
My noon-day walks he shall attend,
And all my midnight hours defend.
2. When in the sultry glebe I faint,
Or on the thirsty mountains pant;
To fertile vales, and dewy meads,
My weary wand'ring steps he leads,
Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow,
Amid the verdant landscape flow.
3. Though in the paths of death I tread,
With gloomy horrors overspread,

My steadfast heart shall fear no ill,
For thou, O Lord, art with me still:
Thy friendly crook shall give me aid,

And guide me through the dreadful shade. 4. Though in a bare and rugged way, Through devious lonely wilds I stray, Thy bounty shall my pains beguile; The barren wilderness shall smile, With sudden greens and herbage crown'd, And streams shall murmur all around.-ADDISON. SECTION V.

The Creator's works attest his greatness.

1. THE spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,

And spangled heav'ns, a shining frame,
Their great Original proclaim:

Th' unwearied sun, from day to day,
Does his Creator's pow'r display,
And publishes to ev'ry land,

The work of an Almighty hand.
2. Soon as the ev'ning shades prevail,
The moon takes up the wond'rous tale;
And, nightly, to the list'ning earth,
Repeats the story of her birth;

Whilst all the stars that round her burn,
And all the planets in their turn,
Confirm the tidings as they roll,
And spread the truth from pole to pole
3. What though, in solemn silence, all
Move round the dark terrestrial ball!
What though nor real voice nor sound,
Amid their radiant orbs be found!
In reason's ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice;
For ever singing as they shine,

"The hand that made us, is Divine."ADDISON.

SECTION VI.

An Address to the Deity.

1.O THOU ! whose balance does the mountains weigh; Whose will the wild tumultuous seas obey;

Whose breath can turn those wat❜ry worlds to flame, That flame to tempest, and that tempest tame; Earth's meanest son, all trembling, prostrate falls, And on the bounty of thy goodness calls.

2. O! give the winds all past offence to sweep, To scatter wide, or bury in the deep.

Thy pow'r, my weakness, may I ever see,
And wholly dedicate my soul to thee.

Reign o'er my will; my passions ebb and flow
At thy command, nor human motive know!
If anger boil, let anger be my praise,
And sin the graceful indignation raise.
My love be warm to succour the distress'd,
And lift the burden from the soul oppress'd.
3. O may my understanding ever read

This glorious volume which thy wisdom made!
May sea and land, and earth and heav'n, be join'd,
To bring th' eternal Author to my mind!

When oceans roar, or awful thunders roll,

May thoughts of thy dread vengeance, shake my soul'
When earth's in bloom, or planets proudly shine,
Adore, my heart, the Majesty divine!

4. Grant I may ever, at the morning ray,
Open with pray'r the consecrated day;
Tune thy great praise, and bid my soul arise,
And with the mounting sun ascend the skies;
As that advances, let my zeal improve,
And glow with ardour of consummate love;
Nor cease at eve, but with the setting sun,
My endless worship shall be still begun.
5. And oh! permit the gloom of solemn night,
To sacred thought may forcibly invite.
When this world's shut, and awful planets rise
Call on our minds, and raise them to the skies;
Compose our souls with a less dazzling sight,
And show all nature in a milder light;
How ev'ry boist'rous thought in calm subsides;
How the smooth'd spirit into goodness glides!
6. Oh how divine! to tread the milky way,
To the bright palace of the Lord of Day;
His court admire, or for his favour sue,
Or leagues of friendship with his saints renew;
Pleas'd to look down and see the world asleep;
While I long vigils to its Founder keep!

Canst thou not shake the centre? Oh control,
Subdue by force, the rebel in my soul;
Thou, who canst still the raging of the flood,
Restrain the various tumults of my blood;
Teach me, with equal firmness, to sustain
Alluring pleasure, and assaulting pain.
7.0 may I pant for thee in each desire!
And with strong faith foment the holy fire!

Stretch out my soul in hope,and grasp the prize
Which in eternity's deep bosom lies!
At the great day of recompense behold,
Devoid of fear, the fatal book unfold!
Then, wafted upward to the blissful seat
From age to age my grateful song repeat;
My light, my life, my God, my Saviour see,
And rival angels in the praise of thee!-YOUNG.
SECTION VII.

The pursuit of Happiness often ill directed. 1. THE midnight moon serenely smiles O'er nature's soft repose;

No lowering clouds obscure the sky;
Nor ruffling tempest blows,

2. Now ev'ry passion sinks to rest,
The throbbing heart lies still;
And varying schemes of life no more
Distract the lab'ring will.

3. In silence hush'd to reason's voice,
Attends each mental pow'r:
Come, dear Emilia, and enjoy
Reflection's fav'rite hour.

4. Come, while the peaceful scene invites,
Let's search this ample round;
Where shall the lovely fleeting form
Of happiness be found?

5. Does it amidst the frolic mirth
Of gay assemblies dwell;

Or hide beneath the solemn gloom,
That shades the hermit's cell?
6. How oft the laughing brow of joy,
A sick'ning heart conceals!

And, through the cloister's deep recess,
Invading sorrow steals.

7. In vain, through beauty, fortune, wit,
The fugitive we trace;

It dwells not in the faithless smile,
That brightens Clodia's face.
8. Perhaps the joy to these deny'd,
The heart in friendship finds:
Ah! dear delusion, gay conceit
Of visionary minds!

9. Howe'er our varying notions rove,
Yet all agree in one,

To place its being in some state
At distance from our own.

10. O blind to each indulgent aim,
Of power supremely wise,
Who fancy happiness in aught
The hand of Heav'n denies !
11. Vain is alike the joy we seek,
And vain what we possess,
Unless harmonious reason tunes
The passions into peace.

12. To temper'd wishes, just desires,
Is happiness confin'd;
And, deaf to folly's call, attends
The music of the mind.-CARTER.

SECTION VIII.

The Fire-Side.

1. DEAR Chloe, while the busy crowd,
The vain, the wealthy, and the proud,
In folly's maze advance;
Though singularity and pride

Be call'd our choice, we'll step aside,
Nor join the giddy dance.

2. From the gay world, we'll oft retire
To our own family and fire,

Where love our hours employs;
No noisy neighbour enters here,
No intermeddling stranger near
To spoil our heart-felt joys.
3. If solid happiness we prize,
Within our breast this jewel lies;
And they are fools who roam:
The world has nothing to bestow;
From our own selves our joys must flow,
And that dear hut, our home.

4. Of rest was Noah's dove bereft,
When with impatient wing she left
That safe retreat, the ark;
Giving her vain excursion o'er,
The disappointed bird once more
Explor'd the sacred bark.

5. Though fools spurn Hymen's gentle pow'rs,
We, who improve his golden hours,
By sweet experience know,
That marriage rightly understood,
Gives to the tender and the good,
A paradise below.

6 Our babes shall richest comfort bring;
If tutor❜d right, they'll prove a spring