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Ye vrinna promise ? Och , your unco dour , Sae ill to manage , and sae cauld and sour . Nae matter—hail and sound Til keep my hearty Nor frae a crum o ' t s'all I ever part : Its kindly warmth will ne ' er he chilPd hy a * The cauldest breath your frozen lips can blaw , Ye need na fash your thumb , auid carl ,
nor fret , For there Affection shall preserve its seat ; And though to tak my hearing * ye rejoice , Yet spite o' you Til still hear Friendship ' s roice . Thus , though ye tak the rest , it sha ' na grieve me , For ae blythe spunk o' spirits ye maun leave me ; And let me tell you ia your lug " , Auid Acre ,
I ' m hound to travel wi' ye hut ae stage . Be ' t long or short , ye cannot keep me hack ; And , when we reach the end o ' t , ye maun pack ; For there we part for ever : late or air , Another guess companion meets me there ; To whom ye—nil ] ye will ye—maun me bring : ; .
Nor think that I'll be wae , or laith to spring * F * ra your poor dosenM side , ye carl uncouth , To the blest arms of everlasting youth . By him , whate ' er ye ' ve rrfl'd , ' wn or ta ' , Will a' be gi ' en wP interest back again : Frose by a * gifts and graces , thousands moe
Than heart can tliink of freely he'll bestow , Ye need na wonder then , nor swell wi pride , Because I kindly welcome you as guide , To ane sae far your better . Now a ^ s tauld , Lei us set out upo' our journey cauld ; Wi' nae vain boasts , nor vain regrets tormented , We'll e ' en jog on the gate , quiet and contented It
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The sunny temper , bright where all is strife , The simple heart that mocks at worldly wiles , Light wit , that plays along the calm of life ,
And stirs its languid surface into smiles ; Pure Charity , that comes not in a shower , Sudden and loud , oppressing what it feeds 5 But , like the dew , with gradual silent
power , Felt in the bloom it leaves along the meads ; The happy grateful spirit , that improves And brightens every gift by Fortune given ; That , winder where it will , with those it loves ,.
Makes every place a home , and home a heaven : All these were his—Oh ! thou who read ' st this stone , When for tbyself , thy children , to the sky TIiou humbly prayest , ask this boon alone , That ye like him may live , like him may die .
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H 8 Poetry . Moore * s Elegiac Lines . Children ?* Hymn .
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CHILDREN'S HYMN . Almighty Father ! bounteous friend ! From Heay ' n , thy glorious throne , descend , And hear our infant praise ; Teach us in higher strains to sing ; Teach us a nobler pray'r to bring , A loftier song to raise . For thou . O God ! didst frame the earth ,
Thy love gave all toy creatures birth , FilPd air and sea and land $ The silver moon , the brilliant suft Their slated * journeys first begun At thy divine command . Thou bidd * st the storms of Winter pour , Thou send ' st the Spring ' s enliv e ning shovv ' r , To cheer the tender blade : Thine is the fruit that Summer yields 5 Thine are the stores of AntumrTs fields , In golden robes arrayM .
Our lib ' ral friends , O gracious Heav'n ! By thy eternal love were giv ' n To seothe our dire distress ; Preserve tht * m , gracious God I we pray ; Take them , at thine appointed day , To endless happiness * Almig-hty Father ! bounteous friend ! From Heav ' n , thy glorious throne , descend , And hear our infant praise ^ Teach us in higher strains to sing ; Teach us a nobler pray ' r to bring , A loftier song to raise W . . J . C .
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. VBXVv V * LINES For the Monument of Joseph Atkinson ^ JEsq . of Dublin . By Thomas Moore , Esq . If ever lot was prosperously cast , If ever life was like the lengthen'd flow Of some sweet music , sweetness to the last , * Twas his , who , mouinMby many , sleeps below
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Feb. 2, 1819, page 118, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct1769/page/50/
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