 | Collected poems of Samuel Davies : 1723-1761 |  |
Thou embryo-angel, or thou infant fiend,
A being now begun, but ne'er to end,
What boding fears a Father's heart torment,
Trembling and anxious for the grand event,
Lest thy young soul so late by Heav'n bestow'd,
Forget her Father, and forget her God!
Lest, while imprison'd in this house of clay,
To tyrant lusts she fall an helpless prey!
And lest, descending still from bad to worse,
Her immortality should prove her curse!
A being now begun, but ne'er to end,
What boding fears a Father's heart torment,
Trembling and anxious for the grand event,
Lest thy young soul so late by Heav'n bestow'd,
Forget her Father, and forget her God!
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To tyrant lusts she fall an helpless prey!
And lest, descending still from bad to worse,
Her immortality should prove her curse!
| Collected poems of Samuel Davies : 1723-1761 | |