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The Works of Hannah More (6); With a Memoir and Notes
The Works of Hannah More With a Memoir and Notes - 6 Author:Hannah More Volume: 6 General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1834 Original Publisher: Fisher Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you c... more »an select from more than a million books for free. Excerpt: MORNING SOLILOQUY. The fallowing lines were written by Hannah More for her own use, in early life, but a copy having been given to a friend, the author was importuned to print it. She complied, and prefixed to the piece the following -- " As early rising is very conducive to health, and to the improvement of the mind in knowledge and piety, this Soliloquy is designed to promote so important an end ; and is recommended more particularly to young persons, as, by contracting a habit of rising early in the days of their youth, they would be less liable to depart from such a custom as they advance in life. The last stanza is expressive of the action of rising, in order that those who repeat it may have no excuse for not quitting their beds immediately. Soft slumbers now mine eyes forsake My powers are all renew'd; May my freed spirit too awake, With heavenly strength endued ! Thou silent murderer Sloth, no more My mind imprison'd keep ; Nor let me waste another hour With thee, thou felon Sleep. Hark, O my soul, could dying men One lavish'd hour retrieve, Though spent in tears, and pass'd in pain, What treasures would they give! But seas of pearl, and mines of gold, Were offer'd them in vain ; Their pearl of countless price is lost, And where's the promis'd gain ? Lord, when thy day of dread account For squander'd hours shall come, Oh let them not increase th' amount, And swell the former sum ! Teach me in health each good to prize, I, dying, shall esteem; And every pleasure to despise I then shall worthless deem. For all thy wondrous merci...« less