Streams from Helicon Or, Poems On Various Subjects. In Three Parts. By Alexander Pennecuik ... The Second Edition. Enter'd in Stationer's Hall |
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Madam,
Accept your Cousins mournful Tale,
Written when gloomy Sadness did prevail.
Pardon the Errors of the low Propine,
Since Grief and Sorrow dictate ev'ry Line.
Written when gloomy Sadness did prevail.
Pardon the Errors of the low Propine,
Since Grief and Sorrow dictate ev'ry Line.
Gracious Relict of the Man I lov'd,
Altho' your bosom Blessing be remov'd,
Yet do not sink with an excess of Grief,
The Covenant of Grace brings fresh Relief.
Ere long you'll see him in Immanuels Land
And get the Palm of Vict'ry in your Hand.
He'll bid you welcome to the Courts above;
There you'll like Angels sing, like Angels love.
That God, whom you do love so well below,
Will Heav'ns bright Crown and Robes on you bestow.
Altho' your bosom Blessing be remov'd,
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The Covenant of Grace brings fresh Relief.
Ere long you'll see him in Immanuels Land
And get the Palm of Vict'ry in your Hand.
He'll bid you welcome to the Courts above;
There you'll like Angels sing, like Angels love.
That God, whom you do love so well below,
Will Heav'ns bright Crown and Robes on you bestow.
Sweet Soul, remember Heav'n's been very kind:
Fair is the Offspring he has left behind.
In these rejoyce, they do his Image bear:
God mixes Mercy with the mourning Tear.
O may some Angel, from Realms of Light,
Descend his shining Epitaph to write.
No mortal Wit his Character can give;
Our Verse can only on his Marble live.
Fair is the Offspring he has left behind.
In these rejoyce, they do his Image bear:
God mixes Mercy with the mourning Tear.
O may some Angel, from Realms of Light,
Descend his shining Epitaph to write.
No mortal Wit his Character can give;
Our Verse can only on his Marble live.
Taitte.
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