Proves its clear source in tenderness of heart; Sincerely Christian, it forgives the lie That dares its nature, and its truth deny. When, rich in honours, as in length of days, And satisfied with just affection's praise, Thy spirit to a purer world ascends, To share the fellowship of sainted friends, May this sweet vision of the blest be thine, To trace how widely, with a guide divine. Thy active mind, while resident below, In soften'd hearts taught piety to grow, Aiding benighted souls to view the day, And drive depravity's dark clouds away: What bliss, to welcome in those realms of light Young angels! owning thou hast helped their flight, And from the Saviour of the world to hear "Those, who befriended earth--to heaven are dear!" Monitory Verses _To a Young Lady, who indulged too gloomy ideas of our sublunary state._ Dear nymph of a feeling, and delicate mind! Whose eye the rash tears of timidity blind, When fancy alarm'd takes a heart-chilling hue, And the prospect of life is all dark in thy view, Let me, as thy monitor, mild and sincere, To thy spirit the gift of existence endear! And shew thee, if darkened by fear or chagrin, The sunshine of friendship can gild every scene! Those, who true to the Ruler of every hour, Rely on his mercy, and trust in his power; Whatso'er is their lot, may, by viewing it right, Convert all its darkness to visions of light When mortals of hope the fair presage assume, Even death's sable pall is no object of gloom: They smile on the path which their best friends have trod, And rejoice, when they feel, they are summon'd to God. Be it long, my young friend, ere such joy can be thine, First embrace all the gifts, faith exults to resign. The best prelude to death is, without mental strife. To be grateful for all the pure pleasures of life: And many pure pleasures to mortals are given, Sick or well, rich or poor, by the bounty of heaven, If we all draw them forth (by well acting our part,) From that mine of delight, an affectionate heart! Epistle TO A FRIEND, ON THE DIVINITY OF OUR SAVIOUR. _Inconcussa tenens dubio vestigia mundo._. 1815. Epistle.