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Patient to render good to all,
Within our bounded sphere,
The active deed, or grateful wish,
Or sympathetic tear.
To raise the heart to Him, who gives
Our path with hope to shine,
Meekly receive the offer'd joy,
And silently resign;
To let no fear disturb the breast,
No doubt obscure our sky,
Since virtue cannot live unblest,
Or unrewarded die.
TO A YOUNG FRIEND SLEEPING.
SOFT fall upon that closing eye,
The taper's trembling rays,
While sweetly o'er thy peaceful brow,
The smile of slumber plays.
May guardian seraphs' snowy wings
Still o'er thy couch be spread,
