How lively the pleasure succeeding to pain!
When disease says " adieu; " and health come again,
New braces the limbs, new enlightens the eyes,
And the faint-beating heart with spirits supplies.

The mariner, when his rough voyage is o'er,
Talks over his perils, exulting on shore:
The wind in his canvass still thund'ring he hears,
The high foaming billows still clash in his ears.

So let me revolve the long wearisome night,
Of sorrow's lone room and sorrow's sharp fight;
The storms of fierce pain, hot fever's strong thirst,
And the bubble of life just ready to burst.

As a bird manumis'd essays his rude wings,
Expatiates in air, and a loud carol sings;
Enlarging my steps, o'er the fields I will rove,
And join the full choir that enlivens the grove.

Bright sun, how delightsome to feel thy warm ray!
Your streams, ye gay meadows, how sweet to survey!
Delicious perfume floats along in the gale,
Fresh spirits and force with each gust I inhale.

Now my friends I embrace, their converse enjoy,
My station's great duties my time now employ.
The mind its accustom'd exertions displays,
The body, recruited for labour, obeys.

All praise to my God, who in mercy repriev'd
A sinner from death, and his anguish reliev'd:
To save me from ruin he chasten'd my faults,
And to care of my soul awaken'd my thoughts.

Who, unwilling to bruise a reptile of dust,
His stroke long delays, though the stripe would be just:
At last when he smites (for to anger he's flow)
With a father's soft hand he tempers the blow.

By him I revive, with my juvenile bloom;
And my pow'rs of thinking new vigour resume.
To him while I breathe, devout homage I'll bring,
My portion, my hope, and my almighty king.