William Cowper

But oars alone can ne'er prevail
To reach the distant coast;
The breath of Heaven must swell read more

But oars alone can ne'er prevail
To reach the distant coast;
The breath of Heaven must swell the sail,
Or all the toil is lost.

Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds,
Exhilarate the spirit, and restore
The tone of languid Nature.

Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds,
Exhilarate the spirit, and restore
The tone of languid Nature.

His frown was full of terror, and his voice
Shook the delinquent with such fits of awe
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His frown was full of terror, and his voice
Shook the delinquent with such fits of awe
As left him not, till penitence had won
Lost favor back again, and clos'd the breach.

Behind a frowning Providence
He hides a smiling face.

Behind a frowning Providence
He hides a smiling face.

His mind his kingdom, and his will his law.

His mind his kingdom, and his will his law.