The works of Allan Ramsay edited by Burns Martin ... and John W. Oliver [... and Alexander M. Kinghorn ... and Alexander Law] |
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Written beneath the Historical Print of the wonderful Preservation of Mr. David Bruce, and others his School-fellows,
St. Andrews, August 19. 1710.
Six Times the Day with Light and Hope arose,
As oft the Night her Terrors did oppose,
While toss'd on roring Waves the tender Crew
Had nought but Death and Horror in their View:
Pale Famine, Seas, bleak Cold at equal Strife,
Conspiring all against their Bloom of Life:
Whilst like the Lamp's last Flame, their trembling Souls
Are on the Wing to leave their mortal Goals;
And Death before them stands with frightful Stare,
Their Spirits spent, and sunk down to despair.
As oft the Night her Terrors did oppose,
While toss'd on roring Waves the tender Crew
Had nought but Death and Horror in their View:
Pale Famine, Seas, bleak Cold at equal Strife,
Conspiring all against their Bloom of Life:
Whilst like the Lamp's last Flame, their trembling Souls
Are on the Wing to leave their mortal Goals;
And Death before them stands with frightful Stare,
Their Spirits spent, and sunk down to despair.
Behold th'indulgent providential Eye,
With watchful Rays descending from on high;
Angels come posting down the Divine Beam
To save the Helpless in their last Extreme:
Unseen the heav'nly Guard about them flock,
Some rule the Winds, some lead them up the Rock,
While other Two attend the dying Pair,
To waft their young white Souls thro' Fields of Air.
With watchful Rays descending from on high;
Angels come posting down the Divine Beam
To save the Helpless in their last Extreme:
Unseen the heav'nly Guard about them flock,
Some rule the Winds, some lead them up the Rock,
While other Two attend the dying Pair,
To waft their young white Souls thro' Fields of Air.
The works of Allan Ramsay | ||