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  And with it too, a voice it bears, Trust to your God, your hopes and cares, Your fears, your comforts, and your pray'rs. While days and seasons last.

 

ON hearing her observe that "accomplishments or talents ought not to excite vanity, but to lead our hearts in gratitude to our Bountiful Creator."

SWEET is the blush of vernal rose, And sweet the glance that beauty throws, And fair the light whose varied ray, Marks feeling's glow, and fancy's play; But when in gentle accent flows, The precept pure, that wisdom shows, The mental eye with rapture fraught Surveys the semblance of the thought, And sweeter is the meed it pays, Than that which wakes the flatterers gaze. 