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What if thine heav'n be overcast,
The dark appearance will not last,

Expect; a brighter sky;
The God that strings the silver bow,
Awakes sometimes the muses too,
And lays .his arrows by.

If hindrances obstruct thy way,
Thy magnanimity display,

And let thy strength be seen,
But oh ! is Fortune fill thy sail
With more than a propitious gale,

Take half thy canvass in.

A Reflection on the foregoing ODE.

A N t) is this all? Can reason do no more Than bid me shun the deep and dread the shore f

Sweet

Sweet moralist! afloat on life's rough sea
The christian has an art unknown to thee j
He holds no parley with unmanly fears,
Where duty bids he confidently steers,
Faces a thousand dangers at her call,
And trusting in his God, surmounts them all.

'Translations from Vincent Bourne, I. The G L O W-W O R M,

BENEATH the hedge, or near the stream,

A worm is known to strayj
That shews by night a lucid beam,

Which disappears by day.
2.

Disputes have been and still prevail
From whence his rays proceed j

Some give that honour to his taiL
And others to his head.

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But this is sure—the hand of might

That kindles up the ikiesj Gives him a modicum of light,

Proportions to his size.

Perhaps indulgent nature meant

By such a lamp bestow'd,
To bid the trav'ler, as he went,

Be careful where he trod:

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Nor crush a worm, whose useful light

Might serve, however small,
To shew a stumbling stone by night,

And save him from a fall.
6.
"Whate'er she meant, this truth divine

Is legible and plain, <

'Tis power almighty bids him shine,
Nor bids him shine in vain.

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Yc proud and wealthy, let this theme
Teach humbler thoughts to you,

Since such a reptile has its gem,
And boasts its splendour too.

2. The JACK DAW.

i. THERE is a bird who by his coat,

And by the hoarseness of his note,

Might be suppos'd a crow;
A great frequenter of the church,
Where bishop-like he finds a perch, .

And dormitory too.

2.

Above the steeple shines a plate,
That turns and turns, to indicate

From what point blows the weather;
Look up—your brains begin to swim,
'Tis in the clouds—that pleases him,

He chooses it the mher.

t Z Fond

3Fond of the speculative height,

Thither he wings his airy flight,

And thence securely sees

The bustle and the raree-show

That occupy mankind below,

Secure and at his ease.

4- . . You think no doubt he sits and muses'_ On future broken bones and bruises,

If he should chance to fall j No not a single thought like that Employs his philosophic pate,

Or troubles it at all.

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He fees that this great roundabout

The world, with all its motley rout,
Church, army, physic, law,

Its customs and its businesses .

Are no concern at all of his,

And says, what fays he? Caw.

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