Nor less the mystic characters I fee

Wrought in each flower, infcribed in every tree;

In

every leaf that trembles to the breeze

I hear the voice of God among the trees;

With thee in fhady folitudes I walk,

With thee in bufy crowded cities talk,

In every creature own thy forming power,

In each event thy providence adore.

Thy hopes fhall animate my drooping foul,

Thy precepts guide me, and thy fears controul:

Thus fhall I reft, unmoved by all alarms,

Secure within the temple of thine arms;

From anxious cares, from gloomy terrors free,

And feel myself omnipotent in thee.

Then when the laft, the clofing hour draws nigh,

And earth recedes before my fwimming eye;

When trembling on the doubtful edge of fate

I ftand, and firetch my view to either state;

Teach me to quit this tranfitory scene

With decent triumph and a look ferene; Teach me to fix my ardent hopes on high, And having lived to thee, in thee to die,

А

SUMMER EVENING'S MEDITATION,

One fun by day, by night ten thousand fhine.

YOUNG.

'Tis paft! The fultry tyrant of the south

Has spent his short-liv'd rage; more grateful hours

Move filent on; the fkies no more repel

The dazzled fight, but with mild maiden beams

Of tempered luftre, court the cherished eye

To wander o'er their sphere; where hung aloft
DIAN'S bright crescent, like a filver bow

New ftrung in heaven, lifts high its beamy horns

Impatient for the night, and feems to push

Her brother down the fky. Fair VENUS fhines

Even in the eye of day; with sweetest beam

Propitious fhines, and fhakes a trembling flood
Of foftened radiance from her dewy locks.

The fhadows fpread apace; while meekened Eve,
Her cheek yet warm with blushes, flow retires
Thro' the Hefperian gardens of the weft,

And shuts the gates of day. 'Tis now the hour
When Contemplation, from her funless haunts,
The cool damp grotto, or the lonely depth
Of unpierc'd woods, where wrapt in folid fhade

She mufed away the gaudy hours of noon,

And fed on thoughts unripened by the fun,

Moves forward; and with radiant finger points

Το

yon blue concave fwelled by breath divine,

Where, one by one, the living eyes of heaven
Awake, quick kindling o'er the face of ether

One boundless blaze; ten thousand trembling fires,

And dancing luftres, where the unfteady eye,

Restless and dazzled, wanders unconfin'd

O'er all this field of glories; spacious field,

And worthy of the Master: he, whose hand
With hieroglyphics elder than the Nile
Inscribed the mystic tablet; hung on high

To public gaze, and said, Adore, O man!

The finger of thy God. From what pure wells
Of milky light, what soft o'erflowing urn,

Are all these lamps fo fill'd? thefe friendly lamps,
For ever ftreaming o'er the azure deep

To point our path, and light us to our home.

How foft they flide along their lucid spheres!

And filent as the foot of time, fulfil

Their destined courfes Nature's felf is hufhed,

And, but a scattered leaf, which ruftles thro'