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At threescore winters’ end I died A cheerless being sole and sad; The nuptial knot I never tied, And wish my father never had.
What various hindrances we meet In coming to a mercy seat! Yet who that knows the worth of pr… But wishes to be often there? Prayer makes the darken’d cloud wi…
The sparkling eye, the mantling ch… The polished front, the snowy neck… How seldom we behold in one! Glossy locks, and brow serene, Venus’ smiles, Diana’s mien,
Holy Lord God! I love Thy truth, Nor dare Thy least commandment sl… Yet pierced by sin the serpent’s t… I mourn the anguish of the bite. But though the poison lurks within…
There was a time when Ãtna’s sile… Slept unperceived, the mountain ye… When, conscious of no danger from… She tower’d a cloud-capt pyramid o… No thunders shook with deep intest…
When Hagar found the bottle spent And wept o’er Ishmael, A message from the Lord was sent To guide her to a well. Should not Elijah’s cake and crus…
(Isaiah, XII.1) I will praise Thee every day Now Thine anger’s turn’d away; Comfortable thoughts arise From the bleeding sacrifice.
Dear Anna,—Between friend and fri… Prose answers every common end; Serves, in a plain and homely way, To express the occurrence of the d… Our health, the weather, and the n…
From thorny wilds a monster came, That filled my soul with fear and… The birds, forgetful of their mirt… Drooped at the sight, and fell to… When thus a sage addressed mine ea…
What thousands never knew the road… What thousands hate it when ’tis k… None but the chosen tribes of God Will seek or choose it for their o… A thousand ways in ruin end,
’Twas in the glad season of spring… Asleep at the dawn of the day, I dream’d what I cannot but sin… So pleasant it seem’d as I lay. I dream’d that, on ocean afloat,
My former hopes are fled, My terror now begins; I feel, alas! that I am dead In trespasses and sins. Ah, whither shall I fly?
Sin enslaved me many years, And led me bound and blind; Till at length a thousand fears Came swarming o’er my mind. ‘Where,’ said I, in deep distress…
An Oyster, cast upon the shore, Was heard, though never heard befo… Complaining in a speech well worde… And worthy thus to be recorded:— Ah, hapless wretch! condemn’d to d…
