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CHAPTER 12th.
The Life and Poetical Works of James Woodhouse |  |
Crispinus 'mid the common motley Crowd,
Fondly profane, and dissolutely loud!
Was forc'd to tread a tedious length of street
To get ingredients for the fleshly Treat,
Of choicest kind, but yet of cheapest cost;
While Heav'n's lov'd opportunity was lost,
Of joining thrilling Souls, in solemn Throngs,
To greet their God with thanks, and sacred Songs;
Or, with confession, holding conference, high,
With Him whose Goodness governs Earth and Sky!
But tho' poor Crispin's Body was withheld,
The Spirit's absence could not be compell'd;
For his devoted Soul, with warm desire,
Accorded well with each adoring Choir,
While, elevated high, his pious heart,
In every pray'r, and blessing, bore its part—
And let this consolation soothe the Souls
Whose sacred wish some Tyrant's will controuls,
That while the Mind, with sacrilege laments,
No sin's ascrib'd except the Heart consents:
Yet should each pious, virtuous, Soul avoid
Such ostentatious haunts of impious Pride,
Or from such scenes of Vanity escape,
Where Satan tempts in each seductive shape.
Fondly profane, and dissolutely loud!
Was forc'd to tread a tedious length of street
To get ingredients for the fleshly Treat,
Of choicest kind, but yet of cheapest cost;
While Heav'n's lov'd opportunity was lost,
Of joining thrilling Souls, in solemn Throngs,
To greet their God with thanks, and sacred Songs;
Or, with confession, holding conference, high,
With Him whose Goodness governs Earth and Sky!
But tho' poor Crispin's Body was withheld,
The Spirit's absence could not be compell'd;
For his devoted Soul, with warm desire,
Accorded well with each adoring Choir,
While, elevated high, his pious heart,
In every pray'r, and blessing, bore its part—
And let this consolation soothe the Souls
Whose sacred wish some Tyrant's will controuls,
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No sin's ascrib'd except the Heart consents:
Yet should each pious, virtuous, Soul avoid
Such ostentatious haunts of impious Pride,
Or from such scenes of Vanity escape,
Where Satan tempts in each seductive shape.
Nor did this Despot-Governess engage,
With Heav'n's behests, alone, base war to wage,
But forc'd the Bard, by parsimonious plan,
To break the mutual Ties ordain'd by Man.
With Heav'n's behests, alone, base war to wage,
But forc'd the Bard, by parsimonious plan,
To break the mutual Ties ordain'd by Man.
A female Relative, to save her Pelf,
Disclos'd a scheme she realiz'd herself;
And, with a Sister's feelings, fondly taught
Where smuggled goods, with profit, might be bought—
But, chief, pure Coffee, might be purchas'd thence,
Fresh, as in shops, at greatly less expence.
Disclos'd a scheme she realiz'd herself;
And, with a Sister's feelings, fondly taught
Where smuggled goods, with profit, might be bought—
But, chief, pure Coffee, might be purchas'd thence,
Fresh, as in shops, at greatly less expence.
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