------------------------------------------------------------------------ N^o. 20. [Illustration] A THOUGHT ON WAKING. Anonymous. Sleep by night, and cares by day, Bear my fleeting life away: Lo! in yonder eastern skies, The Sun appears, and bids me rise: Tells me, Life is on the wing, And has no returning spring: Death comes on with steady pace, And life's the only day of grace.-- Shining Preacher! happy morning, Let me take th' important warning: Rouse then all my active pow'rs, Well improve the coming hours: Let no trifles kill the day, (Trifles oft our hearts betray) Wisdom, Virtue, Knowledge, Truth, Guide th' enquiries of my youth. Wisdom and experience sage, Then shall soothe the cares of age; These with time shall never die; Those will lead to joys on high; Those the path of life display, Shining with celestial day; Blissful path! with safety trod, The end of which is heav'n and God. _London, Published by R. Miller, Old Fish Street, Doctors Commons._ ------------------------------------------------------------------------ N^o. 21. [Illustration] INDUSTRY. Anonymous. Behold, fond youth, that busy bee; How swift she flies from tree to tree; Extracting flow'ry sweets; Thus cheerful all the day she'll roam, At evening seek her much lov'd home, To treasure all she meets. Full well she knows, that winter keen, Must come to blast this painted scene, With famine on his wing: Her prudent labors find repose; Nor winters cold, nor want she knows, Till time renews the spring. While yonder drone in sunny haunts, Who just supplies his present wants, Nor heeds the passing hours; Soon bleak december's piercing air, Shall mock his want of timely care, And chill his vital powers.