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MY NATIVE STREAM.
When childhood's buoyant tide flow'd bright,
I gazed upon my native stream ; Mild Ev’ning with her ling’ring light,
Threw o'er its waves her last red beam.
And then I said, “ Flow tranquil on,
Clear emblem of my youthful mind; Though others weep-I-I alone,
Nor pain nor woe can ever find.”
I look'd again—when manhood's trace
Had ting'd my brow with sorrow's hue; How diif rent was it's once calm face,
How alter'd now it met my view!
A storm swept o'er its limpid course,
Its eddying waves were backward driv'n ; The rolling thunder, loud and hoarse,
Roar'd dismal through the blacken'd heaven
I stood upon its mots-clad brink,
O'erhung with shrubs and wild-flow'rs twin'd; And, ah ! that stream, I sighd to think, Was still the mirror of my mind !
AN ADDRESS TO THE DEITY.
O thou! whose balance does the mountains weigh;
Earth's meanest son, all trembling, prostrate falls , And on the boundless of thy goodness calls.
O! give the winds all past offence to sweeps To scatter wide, or bury in the deep. Thy pow'r, my weakness, may I ever see, And wholly dedicate my soul to thee. Reign o'er my wil!; my passions ebb and flow At thy command, nor hun:an motive know! If anger boil, let anger be my praise, And sin the graceful indignation raise. My love be warm to succour the distress’d, And lift the burden from the soul oppress’d. O may my understanding ever read This glorious volume which thy wisdom made ! May sea and land, and earth and heav'n be join'd, To bring the eternal Author to my mind! When oceans roar, or awful thnnders roll !
May thoughts of thy dread vengeance shake my soul
Grant I may ever at the morning ray,
How ev'ry boisť'rous thought in calm subsides!
Can'st thou not shake the centre? Oh control,