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Collected poems of Samuel Davies : 1723-1761

Davies, Samuel (1723-1761)

MISCELLANEOUS POEMS, CHIEFLY ON Divine Subjects.

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UNCOLLECTED POEMS

[THIS UNCULTIVATED LAND]

[A PRAYER IN TIME OF STORMS]

ELEGIAC VERSES on the lamented Death of the Rev. Mr. Samuel Blair,

[Come, heav'nly pensive Contemplation, come]

The Revd. Mr. Samuel Davies, Minister of the Gospel To the Congregation of Hanover County In the Colony of Virginia.

[SIN THE DESPOILER]

[TRUST NOT BEAUTY]

[THE PIOUS MIND IN A TIME OF STORM]

[TO CHARA]

[“THE WAR OF THE ELEMENTS”]

[A STORM AT SEA]

The different States of Sinners and Saints in the Wreck of Nature.

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LVI. National Judgments deprecated, and National Mercies pleaded.

[FRONTIER WARFARE]

The Blessing of Hope in Death; or Comfort in a dying Hour earnestly implored.

The universal Call of God to Repentance.

Self-Examination.

[CHRISTIAN, PREACHER, FRIEND]

The Glories of God in pardoning Sinners.

Christ's Tenderness to the bruised Reed and smoking Flax.

The one Thing needful generally neglected.

Spiritual Want and Misery confessed, and the Communication of spiritual Blessings implored.

Applying for Relief to the All-Sufficiency of Christ.

The holy Spirit invoked, and his purifying and quickening Influences implored.

The Transcendent Excellency of Christ in his Person and Offices, and the Soul desirous to love Him.

Christ most worthy of Esteem, but ungratefully neglected in our World.

Pious Breathings amidst general Wickedness and Desolation.

Self-Dedication at the Table of the Lord.

POEMS ASCRIBED TO DAVIES

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[TO CHARA]

While objects various, strange and new,
In numerous Prospects rush to view,
The Tho'ts of Friends, the Tho'ts of Home
Engross my Heart and still find Room.
Chara with what strange, magic Art,
Dost thou, so distant, charm my Heart?

Not seas can quench, nor Distance cool
The flame of Love that fires my Soul.
Not works of Nature or of Art
Can raze thine Image from my Heart.
I shrink to view those Days to come,
While cruel Absence is my Doom.
Indulgent Heav'n! contract those Days,
And give my anxious Bosom Ease.