THE APPENDIX Devout EJACULATIONS and SOLILOQUIES, No. X

Though Juscious Figs no more shall bloom and grow, Nor bending Vines with juicy Clusters glow; Though the fat Olive should our Hopes beguile, And burst no more with usual Floods of Oil; Though Barrenness should blast the fertile Field, And Earth no more her vital Fatness yield; Though Death should plunder every crouded Stall, And Flocks and Herds in common Ruin fall; Though meager Famine stalk across the Land, And tear our Blessing from our grasping Hand: In Thee, my GOD, I'm blest, I'm happy still; Nor should the Loss of these vain Trifles feel, But at the gen'ral Devastation smile. Abstract from these, Thou art sufficient Bliss, But without Thee, how poor a Portion these!