 | Collected poems of Samuel Davies : 1723-1761 |  |
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[SIN THE DESPOILER]
Sin haunts my steps, where e'er I fly,In every place is ever nigh
As Streams from Mountain-Springs attend,
The Trav'llers still as they des[c]end;
So sin, the source of all my Woe,
Still bubbles up where e'er I go.
Sin spread a dark, tremendous Cloud
Of Horrors o'er my Solitude:
Presents a thousand Forms of Death
To shock my Soul from Duty's Path:
Wraps present Time in dreadful Gloom,
And damps my Hope of Time to come
Intimidates my Soul ashore,
And makes old Ocean louder roar;
Gives darker Horrors to the Storm,
And Danger a more shocking Form.
Companion dire by Land or Sea!
No Bliss, no calm, 'till freed from thee,
And Change of Place is Change of Misery.
| Collected poems of Samuel Davies : 1723-1761 | |