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But so the furious blast prevailed,

That, pitiless perforce,
They left their outcast mate behind,
And scudded still before the wind.

Some succour yet they could afford;

And such as storms allow,
The cask, the coop, the floated cord,

Delayed not to bestow :
But he, they knew, nor ship nor shore,
Whate'er they gave, should visit more.
Nor, cruel as it seemed, could he

Their haste himself condemn,
Aware that flight, in such a sea,

Alone could rescue them ;
Yet bitter felt it still to die
Deserted, and his friends so nigh.
He long survives, who lives an hour

In ocean self-upheld;
And so long he, with unspent power,

His destiny repelled;
And ever as the minutes flew,
Entreated help, or cried, “ Adieu !'
At length, his transient respite past,

His comrades, who before
Had heard his voice in every blast,

Could catch the sound no more.
For then, by toil subdued, he drank
The stifling wave, and then he sank.

No poet wept him: but the page

Of narrative sincere, That tells his name, his worth, his age, Is wet with Anson's tear;

And tears by bards or heroes shed
Alike immortalize the dead.

I therefore purpose not, nor dream,

Descanting on his fate,
To give the melancholy theme

A more enduring date.
But misery still delights to trace
Its semblance in another's case.

No voice divine the storm allayed,

No light propitious shone;
When, snatched from all effectual aid,

We perished, each alone:
But I beneath a rougher sea,
And whelmed in deeper gulphs than he.

COWPER.

A MORNING HYMN.

AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun
Thy daily stage of duty run;
Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise,
To pay thy morning sacrifice.
Thy precious time mispent redeem,
Each present day thy last esteem,
Improve thy talent with due care,
For the great day thyself prepare.
In conversation be sincere,
Keep conscience as the noon-tide clear;
Think how th' all-seeing God thy ways
And all thy secret thoughts surveys.

By influence of the light divine
Let thy own light to others shine ;
Reflect all Heaven's propitious rays
In ardent love, and cheerful praise.
Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart,
And with the angels bear thy part,
Who all night long unwearied sing
High praise to the eternal King.
I wake, I wake, ye heavenly choir;
May your devotion me inspire,
That I like you my age may spend,
Like you may on my God attend.
May I like you in God delight,
Have all day long my God in sight,
Perform like you my Maker's will:
0
may

I never more do ill.
All praise to Thee, who safe hast kept,
And hast refreshed me while I slept;
Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake,
I may of endless life partake.
I would not wake, nor rise again,
Even heaven itself I would disdain,
Wert not Thou there to be enjoyed,
And I in hymns to be employed.
Heaven is, dear Lord, where'er Thou art;
O never then from me depart;
For to my soul 'tis hell to be
But for one moment void of Thee.
Lord, I my vows to Thee renew,
Disperse my sins as morning dew;
Guard my first springs of thought and will,
And with Thyself my spirit fill.

Direct, control, suggest this day,
All I design, or do, or say ;
That all my powers, with all their might,
In thy sole glory may unite.
Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

BISHOP KEN.

AN EVENING HYMN.

All praise to Thee, my God, this night,
For all the blessings of the light:
Keep me, o keep me, King of kings,
Beneath thine own Almighty wings.
Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son,
The ill that I this day have done;
That with the world, myself, and Thee,
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.
Teach me to live, that I may dread
The grave as little as my bed;
To die, that this vile body may
Rise glorious at the awful day.
O! may my soul on Thee repose,
And with sweet sleep mine eyelids close,
Sleep that may me more vigorous make,
To serve my God, when I awake.
When in the night I sleepless lie,
My soul with heavenly thoughts supply;
Let no ill dreams disturb my rest,
No
powers

of darkness me molest.

O, when shall I, in endless day,
For ever chase dark sleep away,
And hymns, with the supernal choir
Incessant sing, and never tire.
O may my guardian, while I sleep,
Close to my bed his vigils keep;
His love angelical instil,
Stop all the avenues of ill.
May he celestial joys rehearse,
And thought to thought with me converse ;
Or, in my stead, all the night long,
Sing to my God a grateful song.
Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

BISHOP KEN.

A MIDNIGHT HYMN.

My God, now I from sleep awake,
The sole possession of me take;
From midnight terrors me secure,
And guard my heart from thoughts impure.
Blessed angels! while we silent lie,
You hallelujahs sing on high ;
You joyful hymn the Ever Blessed,
Before the throne, and never rest,
I with your choir celestial join,
In offering up a hymn divine;
With you in Heaven I hope to dwell,
And bid the night and world farewell.

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