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My soul laments your state, who once have felt
That tend'ring Pow'r, which stony hearts can melt,
And have been in some measure, tend'red by it,
But now so hardned are as to defy it:
All you I mean, who have in Print appear'd
(With Envious hearts and Conscience doubly sear'd)
To fight against the Truth, and to expose
God's People to the Fury of their Foes.
And all you too, who do that work abet,
Although your Names thereto ye have not set
Ah? had ye kept unto the heav'nly Grace,
(Which in your inward Parts the Lord did place)
And not, in discontented Humour, run
After Lo-heres, Lo-theres, as you have done;
Ye might, in Truth, the Bond of Peace have known,
And in the Spirits Unity have grown,
Which is the Churches Girdle, highly priz'd
By all the Faithfull, though by you despis'd,
Whereas (by letting in first false Surmisings
Of others, which ere long Produc'd Despisings,
And so made way for Prejudice to enter,
Till cancred Malice in your hearts did center)
Ye now are broke, and into pieces Shatter'd,
And from the Body and the Head are Scatter'd.
Without the Camp ye stand (Oh dismal State!)
Snarling amongst the Dogs, without the Gate;
Belching forth Slander and Calumniation
'Gainst those that in the Light have kept their Station.
Oh? may the God of Heaven stop your Way,
That Ye no more the Simple may betray.
That tend'ring Pow'r, which stony hearts can melt,
And have been in some measure, tend'red by it,
But now so hardned are as to defy it:
All you I mean, who have in Print appear'd
(With Envious hearts and Conscience doubly sear'd)
To fight against the Truth, and to expose
God's People to the Fury of their Foes.
And all you too, who do that work abet,
Although your Names thereto ye have not set
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(Which in your inward Parts the Lord did place)
And not, in discontented Humour, run
After Lo-heres, Lo-theres, as you have done;
Ye might, in Truth, the Bond of Peace have known,
And in the Spirits Unity have grown,
Which is the Churches Girdle, highly priz'd
By all the Faithfull, though by you despis'd,
Whereas (by letting in first false Surmisings
Of others, which ere long Produc'd Despisings,
And so made way for Prejudice to enter,
Till cancred Malice in your hearts did center)
Ye now are broke, and into pieces Shatter'd,
And from the Body and the Head are Scatter'd.
Without the Camp ye stand (Oh dismal State!)
Snarling amongst the Dogs, without the Gate;
Belching forth Slander and Calumniation
'Gainst those that in the Light have kept their Station.
Oh? may the God of Heaven stop your Way,
That Ye no more the Simple may betray.
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