The American instructor, second book Designed for the common schools in America; containing the elements of the English language; lessons in orthography and reading, and the pronunciation of Walker's critical pronouncing dictionary .. . nd iftis spent in wisdoms way,We meet old age without dismay,And death is sweet at last. —q©©— ON AUTUMN. 1. 1 passd by the grove, and the leaves were fast falling,And chilly the north wind did blow; The quail whistld loud, for her brood she was calling,A shelter to find from the snow. 2. The small birds of summer, that usd to awakenThe peasants with so
The American instructor, second book Designed for the common schools in America; containing the elements of the English language; lessons in orthography and reading, and the pronunciation of Walker's critical pronouncing dictionary .. . nd iftis spent in wisdoms way,We meet old age without dismay,And death is sweet at last. —q©©— ON AUTUMN. 1. 1 passd by the grove, and the leaves were fast falling,And chilly the north wind did blow; The quail whistld loud, for her brood she was calling,A shelter to find from the snow. 2. The small birds of summer, that usd to awakenThe peasants with sounds from the hill, Have now left our groves, and the vales are forsakenOf notes from the shrill whip-poor-will. 3. How solemn the prospect of Nature appeard—The meadows are stript of their green— The lily has faded—the rose disappeard—How transient! how short to be seen ! 4. The changes of seasons, exact in their order,R,oll round on the swift wings of time, That man may discover the works of his Maker,And youth learn a lesson sublime. 5. So, when in the winter of life youre decliningFix your thoughts on the havn of rest; Trust in a Saviour, and cease all repining^ That you may tor ever be ! I 161 THE WINTERS When raging storms deform the air,Anil clouds of snow descend ;And the wide landscape, bright and fair,No deepend colours blend ; 2. When biting frost rides on the wind,Bleak from the north and east, And wealth is at its ease reclind,Prepard to laugh and feast; 3. When the poor travller treads the plain,All dubious of his way, And crawls with night increasing pain,And dreads the parting day; 4. When poverty in vile attire,Shrinks from the biting blast, Or hovers oer the pigmy fire,And fears it will not last; 5. When the fond mother hugs her childStill closer to her breast; And the poor infant, frost-beguild,Scarce feels that it is prest; C. Then let your bounteous hand extend Its blessings to the poor ;Nor spurn the wretched, while they bend All suppli
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