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    Sad disappointment cropp'd the promised joy ! Bade each delight recede before my view , And storms of sorrow every hope destroy , i > Where * er I turn'd I met with nought but grief , And oft appall'd I view'd fate ' s dreadful scowl , Till a kind angel rose to my relief , Which cheer ed with purest hopes my drooping -soul .

    As Cynthia ' s rays , her heaven-taught smile appear'd , Fair as that silver orb her cloudless brow ; Her seraph voice my sinking spirits

    cheer'd , And peace reca&Td , to her mild dictates true . ** Unhappy mourner , cease thy plaint , " she said * ' Nor yield thy bosom thus to dark

    despair . ** Will he who taught the rose its leaves to spread , * Not watch thee also with a tender care ? «* Make me thy guide , Religion is my name ,

    ** Simple my precepts , and eacn pro- , mise sure : « c Whate v er betidas thou'lt find me still the same , ** For all my ways are holy , just , ancj pure . (

    •«• When storms assail , in me a friend thou'lt And , " To sooth each pain , and quiet every fear , *< Teach thce to bow to heaven with heart resign'd , « c And the dark moments of distress to cheer .

    " * ' Or when disease or age thy frame has torn , «« And life ' s gay pageants sink before thy view : * Faithful I'll guide thee to an endless mSjp , " Where Me , and love , and bliss wjll all renew /*

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    45 Poetry . —Translation of 137 th Psalm . ¦

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    Translation of '' 13 tth Psalm * ¦ i r Where silver streams , with pleasing ; murmurs flow , And gently wave on Babel ' s fertile plains , While blooming flowers with grateful fragrance grow , And music tunes the harp to syren ' s strains ; Our pensive thoughts [ in sadness paint the scene , i While fond remembrance views our former years , In vain the lawns are drest in . pleasing green , While captive sorrow pours the gushing tear * .

    Our trembling hands unstring the useless lyre , No more the notes of rapture rend , the skies , No more our altars blaze with sacred fire , Nor hymns of praise from thankful -, £ bosoms rise .

    While crushed bene * ath oppression's iron hand , What pJifcsing accents can our voices raise ? Then did our tyrants sojjg * of mirtk demand , * Twas then our harps must strike thfc joyful lays .

    Shall solemn sounds with grateful ardours swell The porop of praise ? -4 las 1 the task were vain ! Vainly the music floats alojhg the gale , While mirth deriding mocl ^ s the pious strain .

    Ye dear Judean plains , where oft IV $ strayed , ^ In fancy ' s views J see the landscap e r £ se , * Often in youth I ' ve trod your silent shade , Near yonder sacred 4 ome that ruin' 4 Ues .

    If e ' er the prospect fly my faithless heart , J 3 e mute my tongue , nor more my skill employ , " "" The living lyre , " whose rapt ' rous sounds impart A calm delight , and mark the hour $ to joy .

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  • Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Jan. 2, 1808, page 46, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse-os.kdl.kcl.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2388/page/46/