Poem by Samuel Johnson

From Boethius

O Thou! whose power o'er moving worlds presides,
Whose voice created, and whose wisdom guides,
On darkling man in pure effulgence shine,
And cheer the clouded mind with light divine.
'Tis thine alone to calm the pious breast
With silent confidence and holy rest;
From thee, great God! we spring; to thee we bend;
Path, motive, guide, original, and end. 

1. To Myrtilis - The New Year's Offering
2. To Mrs. Thrale on Her Completing Her Thirty-Fifth Year
3. Parody of a Translation from the Medea of Euripides
4. To Miss --
5. On Lyce - An Elderly Lady

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