See his fierce reviler Saul, How he rails with impious breath,. Then observe converted Paul, Oft in perils, oft in death. 'Twas that God whose sovereign power, Did the lion's fury swage, Could again in one short hour, Still the persecutor's rage. Ev'n a woman-women hear, Seven stout sons she saw expire, Even in death's acutest anguish, Fierce. Fierce and unbelieving foes, GR REAT God! when Famine threaten'd late To scourge our guilty land, O did we learn from that dark fate Did then our sins to mem❜ry rise? Did we forsake one evil path, Or did we deprecate thy wrath, 'Th 'Tis true we fail'd not to repine, Tho' the bright chain of peace is broke, Yet who regards the Lord ? But God, who in his strict decrees He mark'd our angry spirits rise, He, when he brings his children low, And when he strikes the heaviest blow Now FROST, and FLOOD, and BLIGHT no more Our golden harvests spoil; As when the promis'd harvest fail'd The envious Patriarchs were assail'd The The angry brothers then forgot They lov'd as brothers shou'd, So here, from Heaven's correcting hand Like the rich fool, let us not say, Let rich and poor, on whom are now And while his gracious name we praise In that blest Prayer our Lord did frame, For grace he bids us first implore, We say "Thy will be done," before 93 DAME ANDREWS. N A BALLAD. [EAR Lechlade Town, in Glo'stershire, Upon the banks of Thame, There liv'd an honest worthy pair, And Andrews was their name. Tho' but a labourer was he, And children they had four: For all his earnings John brought home, The cottage look'd in order still, The children clean and tight: The children early taught to spin And though their earnings were but small, For every little matter helps. Industriously |