Dear Lord! accept a sinful heart, Which of itself complains, And mourns, with much and frequent… The evil it contains. There fiery seeds of anger lurk,

’Twas in the glad season of spring… Asleep at the dawn of the day, I dream’€™d what I cannot but sin… So pleasant it seem’d as I lay. I dream’€™d that, on ocean afloat,

In vain to live from age to age While modern bards endeavour, I write my name in Patty’s page, And gain my point for ever.

That ocean you have late surveyed, Those rocks I too have seen; But I, afflicted and dismayed, You tranquil and serene. You from the flood-controlling ste…

Time, never wand’ring from his ann… Bids Zephyr breathe the Spring, a… Bleak Winter flies, new verdure c… And earth assumes her transient yo… Dream I, or also to the Spring be…

Night! how I love thy silent shad… My spirits they compose; The bliss of heaven my soul pervad… In spite of all my woes. While sleep instils her poppy dews

(Exodus, XVII.15) By whom was David taught To aim the deadly blow, When he Goliath fought, And laid the Gittite low?

I wish thy lot, now bad, still wor… For when at worst, they say, thing…

Sun! stay thy course, this moment… Suspend the o’er flowing tide of d… Divulge not such a love as mine, Ah! hide the mystery divine; Lest man, who deems my glory shame…

Thou hast no lightnings, O thou J… Or I their force should know; And, if thou strike me into dust, My soul approves the blow. The heart, that values less its ea…

My soul is sad, and much dismay’d; See, Lord, what legions of my foe… With fierce Apollyon at their hea… My heavenly pilgrimage oppose. See, from the ever-burning lake,

Romney, expert infallibly to trace On chart of canvas, not the form a… And semblance, but, however faintl… The mind’s impression too on every… With strokes that time ought never…

Thankless for favours from on high… Man thinks he fades too soon; Though ’tis his privilege to die, Would he improve the boon. But he, not wise enough to scan

It is not from his form, in which… Strength join’d with beauty, digni… That man, the master of this globe… His right of empire over all that… That form, indeed, the associate o…

In these sad hours, a prey to ceas… While feverish pulses leap in ever… When each faint breath the last sh… Of life just parting from my feebl… How wild soe’er my wandering thoug…