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ro THE MEMORY OF A BEJLGVED MOTHER . And is at length the period come , That thou hast left thy foTmcr home , For the dark dwelling of the tomb , . ' .. . ' My mother ? Yes , I perceive the vacant place , But not behold thy pleasing face , N « r share thy filial , fond embrace , My mother . Yet memory review ^ the / past , The joys too exquisite to last , And , binds chee tomy heart more fast , My mother . And thee again I hope to meet , Our friendship to renew more sweet ; Then with what rapture will I greet My mother ? T . C . A .
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Poetry . 307
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THE VILLAGER . I . At the door of my straw-cover'd cQt , The rose and the jessamine blend ; Each tree that o ' ershadows the spot Is dear to . my heart as a friend . Its course from the first noble donor , From father to son , can we trace , For ages the seat of fair honour , Content , independence and peace
. ,. /• ' ¦ - ' II . ,- The lark , to enliven our toil , High-mounting in extasy sings ; No med ' eines our appetites spoil , Health ever from industry springs . Kind fortune permits to extend , Tho * she give not buperfluous store , A jug and a crust to a friend , A morsel to'gladden the poor .
III . The traveler at fast falling night The smoke of my cottage surveys , And journeys with bosom more light , Secure of refreshment and ease .
In support and defence of the land That yields such enjoyment to me , Undaunted by menace I stand , To preserve uncorrupted an 4 free .
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.. ¦ ¦¦ ¦ ¦ ~ ¦* « , Wife , Children and F&ixnds * - — [ From the Morniqg Chrofii (; h ] _ . „ .,, If the stock of onv hti&s ~ J $ in strapgerV hand ^ V £ &te 4 > y r . ¦; The fund , ill- ^ cur'dj « $ t i # bankruptcy ends ;
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TO A FRIEND ON HER &RTHDAY . While slumber peals your peaceful eyes , For you , dear . girl , my prayers arise 1 I wake to think that eighteen years
Of your life ' s actions , hopes and fears , Are now |> ast o ' er , for ever gone , Scarce registerM by thought alone . O ! blame * me . npjfc , . that ! would seek Tq make those eighteen summers speak , And with a warning voice impart Some useful lesson to your heart s
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Condemn me not , that on this day I frame a grave , not sportive lay ., Think how our time appointed nerc Shortens with each revolving year ; How soon to youths 'bright morn suo * ceeda' " ^^
r - ^ - » ^~ ^— - . - A . niglit wh ich stays all active deed ^ t ^ An eve of age \ anight of death , A solemn stop to mortal breath ! - While yet you glow with youth an 4
health , With intellect ' s uncounted wealth , Hasten to earth's ^ immortal king , And the bearfs offering humbly bring ; To Him wtiose bounteous hamd bestows
Each joy your a tless bosom knows , Each pow ' r your ardent mhid conceals , Each grace your gentle heart reveals- ; To Him . in whom we live and move ; To Him who folds you round in love ! To Him , ' from this blest hour , present That soul he gave , ti * at life he lent . Ah ! think that ere this day ' s return Your vitaLfire may . cease to burn , , And ali the Past and Future be
Lost in one wide Eternity ! O think ! that but the present hour ., Belongs to man ' s uncertain pow'r ; * Since neither youth nor health may stand . Secure from © eatl ^ s ^ unerring lian&t But should Clod ' s gracious will decree , That you a lengthen ed age should sec ; \ That blest and blessing , you should prove The sweetness of domestic love ,
And in a happy > virtuous race , The fruits of careful culture trace , O ! then , with gratitude to Heav ' n , Confess the wondrous bounties giv ' n ; Own every gift a debt too vast For man to pay , while time shall last ;
And as your grateful eyes run o er , As oft you tremble and adore , " Still kt this awful , blissful thought J Be in your wakeful mem ' ry wrought $ — Whate v er I am , whate ' er possess , Cornea from that God who loves t ^ bless ; But yet , whose hands alternate bear The fadiant crown which saints shall
wear , •• •• And chastisemont * s' long-durin ^ rod .: . Let me then Jive ancjl < T * e to Qp 4 ! A . M . P
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), June 2, 1810, page 307, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2405/page/35/
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