 | Poetical works (1908) |  |
Upon Mr. Perkins his printed sermons.
Perkins (our wonder) living, though long dead,In this white paper, as a winding-sheet,
And in this velome lies enveloped:
Yet still he lives, guiding the erring feet,
Speaking now to our eyes, though buried.
If once so well, much better now he teacheth.
Who will not heare, when a live-dead man preacheth?
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