Various pieces in verse and prose By the late Nathaniel Cotton. Many of which were never before published. In two volumes |
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To some Children listening to a Lark.
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To some Children listening to a Lark.
See the Lark prunes his active wings,
Rises to heaven, and soars, and sings.
His morning hymns, his mid-day lays,
Are one continued song of praise.
He speaks his Maker all he can,
And shames the silent tongue of man.
Rises to heaven, and soars, and sings.
His morning hymns, his mid-day lays,
Are one continued song of praise.
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And shames the silent tongue of man.
When the declining orb of light
Reminds him of approaching night,
His warbling vespers swell his breast,
And as he sings he sinks to rest.
Reminds him of approaching night,
His warbling vespers swell his breast,
And as he sings he sinks to rest.
Shall birds instructive lessons teach,
And we be deaf to what they preach?
And we be deaf to what they preach?
No, ye dear nestlings of my heart,
Go, act the wiser songster's part.
Spurn your warm couch at early dawn,
And with your God begin the morn.
To Him your grateful tribute pay
Thro' every period of the day.
To Him your evening songs direct;
His eye shall watch, his arm protect.
Tho' darkness reigns, He's with you still,
Then sleep, my babes, and fear no ill.
Go, act the wiser songster's part.
Spurn your warm couch at early dawn,
And with your God begin the morn.
To Him your grateful tribute pay
Thro' every period of the day.
To Him your evening songs direct;
His eye shall watch, his arm protect.
Tho' darkness reigns, He's with you still,
Then sleep, my babes, and fear no ill.
Various pieces in verse and prose | ||