The Shamrock or, Hibernian Cresses. A Collection of Poems, Songs, Epigrams, &c. Latin as well as English, The Original Production of Ireland. To which are subjoined thoughts on the prevailing system of school education, respecting young ladies as well as gentlemen: with practical proposals for a reformation [by Samuel Whyte] |
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A HYMN: On recovering from a Fit of Illness.
O thou, my Soul, in sacred Hymns,
Thy gracious God adore:
And whilst his Mercy spares thee Breath,
That Mercy still implore!
Thy gracious God adore:
And whilst his Mercy spares thee Breath,
That Mercy still implore!
When all my Follies number'd were,
And Justice spake me Dead;
The Thunder roar'd, the Lightening flew,
And shiver'd o'er my Head.
And Justice spake me Dead;
The Thunder roar'd, the Lightening flew,
And shiver'd o'er my Head.
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Oh! could my Blood Atonement make
For all my Days mis-spent;
For slighted Grace; for secret Crimes;
For Thoughts I dared not vent!
For all my Days mis-spent;
For slighted Grace; for secret Crimes;
For Thoughts I dared not vent!
Then let the chilling Hand of Death,
In Darkness seal my Eyes;
And let the Earth my Limbs receive,
To Worms a Sacrifice.
In Darkness seal my Eyes;
And let the Earth my Limbs receive,
To Worms a Sacrifice.
But see the widow'd
Parent's Prayers
The holy Hills ascend—
‘Oh, spare my Child! my Age's Stay!
‘The Staff on which I bend.’
The holy Hills ascend—
‘Oh, spare my Child! my Age's Stay!
‘The Staff on which I bend.’
The righteous Lord, who willing hears
Whene'er the Just implores,
Back to my breathless, lifeless Corse,
The fleeting Soul restores.
Whene'er the Just implores,
Back to my breathless, lifeless Corse,
The fleeting Soul restores.
O thou, my Soul, in sacred Hymns,
Thy gracious God adore:
And whilst his Mercy spares thee Breath,
That Mercy still implore!
Thy gracious God adore:
And whilst his Mercy spares thee Breath,
That Mercy still implore!
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