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I. SEASONS.

II. ORDINANCES.

III. PROVIDENCES.

IV. CREATION.

1 WHILE with ceaseless course the sun Hasted through the former year, Many souls their race have run, Never more to meet us here : Fix d in an eternal state, They have done with all below ; We a little longer wait, But how little none can know.

2 As the winged arrow flies, Speedily the mark to find ; As the lightning from the skies Darts, and leaves no trace behind ; Swiftly thus our fleeting days Bear us down life s rapid stream ; Upwards, Lord, our spirits raise, All below is but a dream.