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Short is the lo ^ $ pilgi ; i ma ^ below , And pain and disappointment vex the road , And * * ry day its chronicle can shew This cannot be our rest , nor our abode .
Fond Youth , to thee the voice of kindred di * s £ , The tear of soft affection speaks in vain , Yet at the resurrection of the just , Thy friends shall hail thy youthful voice agaiiv Tho' now with pious woe they deck thy urn , And ponder hopeless on thy wayward fate , Then with high reverence shall they grateful learn , That mercy keeps affliction ' s h ; on gate .
Laud then eternal to the God of love , ( Vain is the boasting of the insatiate grave ) He gave us life and comforts from above , And bless his name , he takes but what he gave . London * W « A .
STANZAS . Oar A LITTLE GIR L * The woods are green , the sky is blue , And eaily flow ' rs appear ; While wood and sky and ftow rs we view . They speak the infant year . But spring will pass , and summer come To deck this earthly ball ; Then Autumn , fading summer ' s bloom , And winter closing all , Methmks , sweet Child ! while on thy face Thus trnderly I gaze , In ev ' ry season's round I trace The history of thy days *
So , like the frolic spring , thine eyes Beam all that bliss inspires ; Pure innocence the glow supplies ^ Which feeds their vestal tires . Thy coral lip , thy rosy cheek , Thy sunny look of joy , That spring of life in thee bespeak Which no cold blights destroy .
Methinks , in ripen d beauty drestj Thy summer days appear : Ah ! may no thunder-storms infest That season of thy year I
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