Philomela Or, Poems By Mrs. Elizabeth Singer, [Now Rowe,] ... The Second Edition |
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The REFLECTION.
Where glide my Thoughts,—rash Inclinations stay,And let me think what 'tis you fool away,
Stay ere it be too late, yet stay and take,
A short Review of the great Prize at Stake.
O! stupid Folly 'tis eternal Joy,
That I'm about to barter for a Toy;
It is my God, O! dreadful Hazard, where
Shall I again the boundless Loss repair!
It is my Soul, a Soul that cost the Blood,
And painful Ag'nies of an humbled God.
O! blest Occasion made me stay to think,
Ere I was hurry'd off the dang'rous Brink,
Shou'd I have took the charming Venom in,
Strug'led with all these Terrors for a Sin,
How equal had my Condemnation been?
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