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But when ye do in heaven appear, My Father's spirit will be there; And hear thy awful doom. Thy soul will then tormented be, For dealing so unjust with me; Who wither'd ere my bloom.
When virtuous souls are with the blest, Thy guilty shade will find no rest; But hurl'd to endless pain, Were wicked man is made to know, That Satan dealt the painful blow; And will torment again.
No wealth can lull to rest my fears, Or time dry up my falling tears; Till I from life am flown: Then do I hope once more to see, My parents both along with me; And they their Betsy own.
ALBERT TO HANNAH.
I've read your letter o'er and o'er again, Happy to find you faithful do remain, Besides forgiveness; though too much I fear, I long have made you victim to despair. You say two years with fervency I strove To keep affection, constancy, and love; But soon as crosses came upon my mind, Was careless of you, and appear'd unkind. I knew my home was neat, serene, and nice; But, ah! that home I lost, allured by vice. Soon as you fled, a different scene in view, Gone all attention soon as I lost you. The quick retort was always in my ears, You've drown'd a virtuous wife in sorrow's tears. Soon as I found all hopes to meet you fled, I pray'd I might be number'd with the dead: Oblivion's aid I oft invok'd by drink, I could not meditate nor dared to think. You say it cost you tears to write to me, But they'll disperse when you a convert see. Long I've invok'd a pardon from above, To make me worthy of the wife I love: Return, and till my days are at an end, I'll prove protector, guardian, and a friend. The converse delicate, the smile sincere, Will check the sigh, and stop the rising tear; Cheerful as formerly we'll pass our life, A happy husband I, and you the wife.
ON SEEING AN AMIABLE WOMAN DISTRESSED IN MIND.
Oh gracious God, her peace restore, And make her sufferings less; Let frenzied thoughts disturb no more, Or sorrow on her press.
Pour down thy blessings, on a mind Encompass'd round by grief; Let fortune smile and friends be kind, To nature grant relief.
May guardian angels plant their seat, Beside the lovely fair; While hope and comfort frequent meet, To keep her from despair.
Tranquillity thou dove-ey'd maid, A visit quickly pay; Of virtue's self, be not afraid, Stay with her all the day.
A MOTHER'S ADDRESS TO THE DEITY.
Accept oh Lord! a mother's prayer, And shield my child from sickness here; May Judah, ever constant prove Herself deserving of thy love: Sweet Robert in this vale of tears, Survived with me three sickening years, Before it was thy will to say, He shall the debt of nature pay: On lov'd Maria now I dwell, My grief for her no pen can tell; To spare a mother's pangs she flew, To thee, ere I cou'd say adieu! The babe was not a year with me, Ere angels wafted her to thee: For Charlotte's life, oh Lord! I pray, And Robert's too both night and day; Should it be thy will to call Them from my sight, I pray, that all My children may obtain a rest, Were souls are number'd with the blest. Henry a mother's last delight, Improve O Lord, his health and sight, That quick I find his strength increase, My thanks to thee, shall never cease.
ON SEEING A YOUNG NOBLEMAN IMPRISONED FOR DEBT.
LIFE.
ON SEEING COLOURS CONSECRATED: PRESENTED BY MRS. BERKLEY.
Berkley, the female champion of our cause, While gratitude exists demands applause; The morn was fine and pleasant was the scene, The sons of Briton met on Writtle green: To church repair'd with fervency and grace, And loyalty appear'd on every face; Prayers were read with energy and truth, To give instructions to the British youth; The same good order then was plainly seen, When they return'd advancing to the green: The line was form'd and music now begins, To offer praises to the best of kings; The Captain with due modesty and grace, Marches the ensigns to their proper place. With manners pleasing and with accents just, The worthy fair one yields the sacred trust; Speaks of their duty in the hour of strife, Never to yield those colours but with life: With manliness the Captain quick replies, No man will yield them! madam, till he dies; Ensigns receiv'd them from the Captain's hand, May God protect them ever in this land.
FINIS.
LANE AND WALKER, PRINTERS.
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