Poems on Several Occasions | ||
An EPITAPH.
[A Clergyman his Labours ends]
I
A Clergyman his Labours ends,And weary sleeps at Rest below;
Who, tho' his Fortune found not Friends,
In Person hardly knew a Foe.
II
Minding no Business but his own,For Party never loud to strive;
His Flock not only mourn him gone,
But even lov'd him when alive.
III
A Conscience clean his Forehead cheer'd,Unsour'd by Poverty was he;
And always prais'd, tho' not prefer'd,
By ev'ry Prelate in the See.
IV
But Good Men view with small regardThe Treatment here on Earth they find;
Secure in Heav'n to meet Reward
From the Great Bishop of Mankind.
Poems on Several Occasions | ||