The following piece was handed about in manuscript, about the year 1776, and I do not know that it has been ever printed till now. It was said to be the production of the Rev. THOMAS COOMBE, a native Pennsylvanian, and about that time a clergyman of the Episcopal Church, in this city.
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A HYMN TO RESIGNATION.
Oh! from that high and holy sphere,
Where, thron'd in light, you dwell,
Sweet maid, in all thy charms descend
To gild my humble cell.
Thy presence heightens every bliss,
Draws out the sting of wo,
Allures to brighter worlds above,
And makes a heaven below.
The pilgrim, roving all night long,
Through dreary tracts forlorn,
Oft sighs, oppress'd, and sighs again,
The wish'd return of morn.
As I in sorrow's gloomy night,
Condemn'd awhile to stray,
Look up with ardent eye to heav'n,
And ask the devious way,
O! screen me from surrounding ills,
Let dangers ne'er annoy,
The arrow that in darkness flies,
Commissioned to destroy.
Inconstant as the idle wind,
That sports with every flow'r,
When earthly friends by turns drop off,
Friends of our brighter hour;