ANOTHER, For a Stone erected on a similar occasion at the same place in the following year. HEAR, Lord, the song of praise and pray'r, And taught to seek thy face! Thanks for thy Word and for thy Day; And grant us, we implore, Never to waste in sinful play Thy holy Sabbath more. Thanks that we hear-but oh impart To each desire sincere, That we may listen with our heart, And learn as well as hear For if vain thoughts the minds engage Of elder far than we, What hope that at our heedless age Much hope, if thou our spirits take Wisdom and bliss thy word bestows, And be thy mercies show'r'd on those STANZAS On the late indecent Liberties taken with the Remains of the great Milton-Anno 1780. [August, 1790 "ME too, perchance, in future days, *Note by the Editor. This Hymn was written at the request of the Rev. James Bean, then Vicar of Olney, to be sung by the children of the Sunday Schools of that town, after a Charity Sermon, preached at the Parish Church for their benefit, on Sunday, July 31, 1790. But I, or ere that season come, So sang, in Roman tone and style, Who then but must conceive disdain, Of wretches who have dar'd profane Ill fare the hands that heav'd the stones That trembled not to grasp his bones, O ill-requited bard! neglect As much affronts the dead. * Forsitan et nostros ducat de marmore vultus Nectens aut Paphia myrti aut Parnasside lauri Fronde comas...At ego secura pace quiescam. Milton in Maaso TO MRS. KING ON Her kind Present to the Author, a Patch-work Coun terpane of her own making. [August 14, 1790.] THE Bard, if e'er he feel at all, To pay with tuneful thanks the care Who deigns to deck his bed. A bed like this, in ancient time, Less beautiful, however gay, Who, laying his long sithe aside, What labours of the loom I see ' To cramble for the patch that bears And oh, what havock would ensuc' As if a storm should strip the bow'rs Thanks, then, to ev'ry gentle fair And thanks, to One, above them all, [October, 1790.] * Certain Potters, while they were busied in baking their ware, seeing Homer at a small distance, and having heard much said of his wisdom, called to him, and promised him a present of their commodity, and of such other things as they could afford, if he would sing to them, when he sang as follows: PAY me my price, Potters! and I will sing With good success, yield them both fair renown *Note by the Editor. No title is prefixed to this piece: but it appears to be a translation of one of the Enуρаμμата of Homer, called 'O Kapivos, or the FurThe prefatory lines are from the Greek of Herodotus, or whoever was the Author of the Life of Homer ascribed to him nace. |