"Be doubly blest th' auspicious day The edifice was plann'd; And may immortal gifts repay The founder's lib'ral hand:" Angels with joy beheld it rise, To train immortals for the skies. How sweet to mark the artless throng, To hear the ingenuous youth, Raise with one voice the infant song, And learn the word of truth. "Delightful work his path to trace, Who died to save our ruined race." "Now, Fancy, o'er life's little span Glances her busy eyes, And sees them bear the name of man, Industrious, good, and wise:" Bids them each useful art employ, Anticipates their future joy. With ardent zeal some students may From hence arise and shine, To wipe the orphan's tears away, And heal with balm divine; "With winning eloquence to tell, What glories in Emmanuel dwell." Some of the little ones may live To adorn their country's name; "Indulgent heav'n by them may give Fresh lustre to her fame. Some may the blessed Gospel bear, To distant lands, and plant it there." And many to this favour'd spot, On God's eventful day, O happy, enviable lot, Grateful shall point and say, "There--there--to us the bliss was given, To seek and find the path to heaven." FRIENDSHIP. "Oh, give me the friend, from whose warm, faithful breast, The sigh breathes responsive to mine; Where my cares may obtain the soft pillow of rest, And my sorrows may love to recline." Not the friend who my hours of pleasure will share, But abide not the season of grief; Who flies from the brow that is darken'd by care, And the silence that looks for relief. Not the friend who suspicious of change or of guile, Would shrink from a confidence free; Nor him who with fondness complacent can smile, On the eye that looks coldly on me. "As the mirror that's just to each blemish or grace, To myself will my image reflect; But to none but myself will that image retrace, Nor picture one absent defect." To myself let my friend be a mirror as true, Thus my faults from all others conceal, Nor ever when absent those foibles renew, "That from heav'n and from man he should veil." TO MARIA. If sense and complacence their charms combine, To make each grace with double lustre shine-- If mind serene, and innocently gay, Makes life compare with an unclouded day: And piety thy guide, whose gentle pow'r, To calm each thought, and brighten ev'ry hour; Then thou, Maria, much esteem'd must be, These happy traits are all combined in thee. THE SUN.