H***T.

_Boston Weekly Mag._, 1-72, Feb. 19, 1803, Boston.

[S. Gessner, _La Navigation_. French translation of _Die
Schiffahrt_.]

Mr. HOGAN;

The subjoined Pieces under the signature of Oscar, are the production
of a gentleman residing in a distant part of the state. They were
written solely with a view to amuse his leisure hours. If you think
them worthy of publication, you are at liberty to insert them in the
Repository.

--A SUBSCRIBER.

MORNING SONG OF PRAISE.
From the German of Patzke.
"Lobt den Herrn! Die morgensonne."

O praise the Lord! the morning sun,
From sleep awakes the cheerful swain;
And all creation's joys again,
To us, in streams renewed, run.

O praise the Lord! ye sweetest flow'rs,
To him your earliest fragrance yield;
Ye birds exert your tuneful pow'rs;
Praise him in meadow and in field.

O praise the Lord!--Ev'n from his den
The desert's savage roars his praise;
And, oh! my soul! how much more then,
Should'st thou thy voice in Paeans raise?

--Oscar.

_Phila. Repos._, III-152, May 7, 1803, Phila.

ODE TO SPRING
From the German.
"Freude wirbelt in den Lueften."

Joy comes laughing with the breeze;
Gladness spreads itself around;
Songsters warble in the trees;
Nature gaily decks the ground.

Heav'n unfolds its richest vesture,
Sparkling stars--etherial blue;
Fairies dance with antic gesture;
Or sip, delighted, morning dew.

Gentle, smiling, Zephyrs, wander,
Thro' the groves of verdant green;
Toying with the lilac yonder--
Here, with the rose of blooming mien.

Humming bees, on wafer pinions,
Careful, thro' the blossoms roam:
Searching all their flow'r dominions,
The nectar tribute gather home.

In th'embroider'd violet vale,
Love, attended by the Graces,
Tells his soft bewitching tale,
While blushing fair ones hide their faces.

How beautiful is the creation,
In this time of mirth and joy?
All is life--all animation:
Nought our pleasures to annoy.

--Oscar.

_Phila. Repos._, III-152, May 7, 1803, Phil