A PRAYER, UNDER THE PRESSURE OF VIOLENT ANGUISH. O THOU Great Being! what thou art Yet sure I am, that known to thee Thy creature here before thee stands, Yet sure those ills that wring my soul Sure Sure thou, Almighty, canst not act O, free my weary eyes from tears, But if I must afflicted be, To suit some wise design; Then man my soul with firm resolves, THE THE FIRST SIX VERSES OF THE NINETIETH PSALM. THOU, the first, the greatest friend Of all the human race! Whose strong right hand has ever been Before the mountains heav'd their heads Arose at thy command; That pow'r which rais'd and still upholds This universal frame, From countless, unbeginning time Was ever still the same. Those Those mighty periods of years Thou giv'st the word: Thy creature, man, Is to existence brought; Again thou say'st, Ye sons of men, 'Return ye into nought!' Thou layest them, with all their cares, As with a flood thou tak'st them off They flourish like the morning flow'r, But long ere night cut down, it lies ΤΟ то A MOUNTAIN DAISY, ON TURNING ONE DOWN WITH THE PLOUGH, In April, 1786, WEE, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r, For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem; To spare thee now is past my pow'r, Alas! its no thy neebor sweet, The bonnie Lark, companion meet, Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet; Wi' speckl'd breast, When upward-springing, blythe, to greet The purpling east. Cauld |