Greenfield Hill A poem in seven parts. I. The prospect. II. The flourishing village. III. The burning of Fairfield. IV. The destruction of the Pequods. V. The clergyman's advice to the villagers. VI. The farmer's advice to the villagers. VII. The vision, or prospect of the future happiness of America |
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5. PART V.
The CLERGYMAN'S ADVICE TO THE VILLAGERS.
THE ARGUMENT.
Subject introduced. Description of a happy village in New England. Character of the Clergyman. He gives his last advice, and blessing, to his Parishioners—recites his past, affectionate and faithful labours for their salvation, and proposes to close them with his last exhortation—estimates the pleasures of sin, and the value of the present life, and urges them to seek eternal life—informs them, that two endless journeys lie before them—of virtue, which guides to happiness; and of sin, which terminates in misery—and describes the nature of both. As means of salvation, he exhorts them to read the Bible, with diligence and care; to frequent public worship; to establish family religion, in their houses; religiously to educate their children; and to abound in all the duties of charity. He further informs them, that all things are labouring to promote this great purpose; recites to them the affectionate invitations of the Redeemer; and represents his own future happiness, as increased by their salvation. Conclusion.
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While thus, from winter's transient death,
The world revives to life, and breath;
While round me all your blessings rise,
And peace, and plenty, greet my eyes;
Ah say! ye children of my care,
Of every wish, of every prayer,
Ordain'd my sacred charge below,
The source of joy, the source of woe,
Say, shall my heart on landschapes muse,
And scenes of nobler kind refuse;
Alone for hapless Indians feel;
Forget, in others' woes, your weal,
Unmov'd, behold your footsteps roam,
Nor guide the wayward pilgrim home?
No, let the moral song prevail;
List, list, to truth's persuasive tale.
While Heaven, by hoary Wisdom sung,
Inspires my heart, and tunes my tongue,
Oh hear, and from perdition rise,
And point your pathway to the skies!
The world revives to life, and breath;
While round me all your blessings rise,
And peace, and plenty, greet my eyes;
Ah say! ye children of my care,
Of every wish, of every prayer,
Ordain'd my sacred charge below,
The source of joy, the source of woe,
Say, shall my heart on landschapes muse,
And scenes of nobler kind refuse;
Alone for hapless Indians feel;
Forget, in others' woes, your weal,
Unmov'd, behold your footsteps roam,
Nor guide the wayward pilgrim home?
No, let the moral song prevail;
List, list, to truth's persuasive tale.
While Heaven, by hoary Wisdom sung,
Inspires my heart, and tunes my tongue,
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And point your pathway to the skies!
Where western Albion's
happy clime
Still brightens to the eye of time,
A village lies. In all his round,
The sun a fairer never found.
The woods were tall, the hillocks green,
The vallies laugh'd the hills between,
Thro' fairy meads the rivers roll'd,
The meadows flower'd in vernal gold,
The days were bright, the mornings fair,
And evening lov'd to linger there.
There, twinn'd in brilliant fields above,
Sweet sisters! sported Peace and Love;
While Virtue, like a blushing bride,
Seren'd, and brighten'd, at their side.
Still brightens to the eye of time,
A village lies. In all his round,
The sun a fairer never found.
The woods were tall, the hillocks green,
The vallies laugh'd the hills between,
Thro' fairy meads the rivers roll'd,
The meadows flower'd in vernal gold,
The days were bright, the mornings fair,
And evening lov'd to linger there.
There, twinn'd in brilliant fields above,
Sweet sisters! sported Peace and Love;
While Virtue, like a blushing bride,
Seren'd, and brighten'd, at their side.
At distance from that happy way,
The path of sensual Pleasure lay,
Afar Ambition's summit rose,
And Avarice dug his mine of woes.
The path of sensual Pleasure lay,
Afar Ambition's summit rose,
And Avarice dug his mine of woes.
The place, with east and western sides,
A wide and verdant street divides:
And here the houses fac'd the day,
And there the lawns in beauty lay.
There, turret-crown'd, and central, stood
A neat, and solemn house of God.
Across the way, beneath the shade,
Two elms with sober silence spread,
The Preacher liv'd. O'er all the place
His mansion cast a Sunday grace;
Dumb stillness sate the fields around;
His garden seem'd a hallow'd ground;
Swains ceas'd to laugh aloud, when near,
And school-boys never sported there.
A wide and verdant street divides:
And here the houses fac'd the day,
And there the lawns in beauty lay.
There, turret-crown'd, and central, stood
A neat, and solemn house of God.
Across the way, beneath the shade,
Two elms with sober silence spread,
The Preacher liv'd. O'er all the place
His mansion cast a Sunday grace;
Dumb stillness sate the fields around;
His garden seem'd a hallow'd ground;
Swains ceas'd to laugh aloud, when near,
And school-boys never sported there.
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In the same mild, and temperate zone,
Twice twenty years, his course had run,
His locks of flowing silver spread,
A crown of glory o'er his head.
His face, the image of his mind,
With grave, and furrow'd wisdom shin'd;
Not cold; but glowing still, and bright;
Yet glowing with October light:
As evening blends, with beauteous ray,
Approaching night with shining day.
Twice twenty years, his course had run,
His locks of flowing silver spread,
A crown of glory o'er his head.
His face, the image of his mind,
With grave, and furrow'd wisdom shin'd;
Not cold; but glowing still, and bright;
Yet glowing with October light:
As evening blends, with beauteous ray,
Approaching night with shining day.
His Cure his thoughts engross'd alone:
For them his painful course was run:
To bless, to save, his only care;
To chill the guilty soul with fear;
To point the pathway to the skies,
And teach, and urge, and aid, to rise;
Where strait, and difficult to keep,
It climbs, and climbs, o'er Virtue's steep.
For them his painful course was run:
To bless, to save, his only care;
To chill the guilty soul with fear;
To point the pathway to the skies,
And teach, and urge, and aid, to rise;
Where strait, and difficult to keep,
It climbs, and climbs, o'er Virtue's steep.
As now the evening of his day,
Retiring, smil'd it's warning ray;
He heard, in angel-whispers, come,
The welcome voice, that call'd him home.
The little flock he nurs'd so long,
And charm'd with mercy's sweetest song,
His heart with strong affections warm'd,
His love provok'd, his fears alarm'd—
Like him, who freed the chosen band,
Like him, who op'd the promis'd land,
His footsteps verging on the grave,
His blessing thus the Prophet gave.
Retiring, smil'd it's warning ray;
He heard, in angel-whispers, come,
The welcome voice, that call'd him home.
The little flock he nurs'd so long,
And charm'd with mercy's sweetest song,
His heart with strong affections warm'd,
His love provok'd, his fears alarm'd—
Like him, who freed the chosen band,
Like him, who op'd the promis'd land,
His footsteps verging on the grave,
His blessing thus the Prophet gave.
“O priz'd beyond expression here,
As sons belov'd, as daughters dear,
Your Father's dying voice receive,
My counsels hear, obey, and live!”
As sons belov'd, as daughters dear,
Your Father's dying voice receive,
My counsels hear, obey, and live!”
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“For you my ceaseless toils ye know,
My care, my faithfulness, and woe.
For you I breath'd unnumber'd prayers;
For you I shed unnumber'd tears;
To living springs the thirsty led,
The hungry cheer'd with living bread;
Of grief allay'd the piercing smart,
And sooth'd with balm the doubting heart;
The wayward flock forbade to roam,
And brought the wandering lambkin home.”
My care, my faithfulness, and woe.
For you I breath'd unnumber'd prayers;
For you I shed unnumber'd tears;
To living springs the thirsty led,
The hungry cheer'd with living bread;
Of grief allay'd the piercing smart,
And sooth'd with balm the doubting heart;
The wayward flock forbade to roam,
And brought the wandering lambkin home.”
“And now, my toils, my duties done,
My crown of endless glory won,
Ev'n while, invited to the skies,
My wing begins through heaven to rise,
One solemn labour still is due,
To close a life, consum'd for you.”
My crown of endless glory won,
Ev'n while, invited to the skies,
My wing begins through heaven to rise,
One solemn labour still is due,
To close a life, consum'd for you.”
“Say, what the gain? Oh search, and say!—
To tread the fatal, sensual way?
To bristle down in pleasure's stye?
To heap up silver, mountains high?
With guilt to climb, with anguish keep,
Ambition's proud, and painful steep?
Should earth for your enjoyment roll,
Can earth redeem the deathless soul?”
To tread the fatal, sensual way?
To bristle down in pleasure's stye?
To heap up silver, mountains high?
With guilt to climb, with anguish keep,
Ambition's proud, and painful steep?
Should earth for your enjoyment roll,
Can earth redeem the deathless soul?”
“This little life, my children! say,
What is it? A departing day;
An April morn, with frost behind;
A bubble, bursting on the wind;
A dew, exhal'd beneath the sun;
A tale rehears'd; a vision gone.”
What is it? A departing day;
An April morn, with frost behind;
A bubble, bursting on the wind;
A dew, exhal'd beneath the sun;
A tale rehears'd; a vision gone.”
“How oft too, in the bright career,
Which Pride, and Pleasure wanton here,
While Hope expands her painted wing,
And all around is health, and spring;
How oft resounds the awful knell,
That seals to life a long farewell,
““Thou fool! dissolv'd in guilt and sense,
This night, thy soul is summon'd hence.””
Which Pride, and Pleasure wanton here,
While Hope expands her painted wing,
And all around is health, and spring;
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That seals to life a long farewell,
““Thou fool! dissolv'd in guilt and sense,
This night, thy soul is summon'd hence.””
“Yet on this little life depend
Blessings, and woes, which cannot end.
For Faith and Penitence below,
Immortal life and rapture glow;
For harden'd guilt, eternal ire,
And waves, that surge unfathom'd fire.”
Blessings, and woes, which cannot end.
For Faith and Penitence below,
Immortal life and rapture glow;
For harden'd guilt, eternal ire,
And waves, that surge unfathom'd fire.”
“Then rise from death's benumbing sleep!
See, spread beneath, the yawning deep!
Oh rise! and let salvation call
Your time, your thoughts, and talents all.”
See, spread beneath, the yawning deep!
Oh rise! and let salvation call
Your time, your thoughts, and talents all.”
“Two only paths before you spread;
And long the way, your feet must tread.
This straight, and rough, and narrow, lies
The course direct to yonder skies.
And now o'er hills, on hills, you climb,
Deserted paths, and cliffs sublime;
And now thro' solitudes you go,
Thro' vales of care, and streams of woe.
Tho' oft you wander sad, forlorn,
The mark of spite, the butt of scorn;
Yet your's the sweets, that cannot cloy,
The Saviour's peace, the Seraph's joy;
While nurture Heaven itself supplies,
And fruits depend, and springs arise;
And Health and Temperance, sisters gay,
Despise the lessening length of way;
And sweet, tho' rare, companions smile,
Deceive the road, and lose the toil;
And Hope still points th' approaching goal,
As magnets tremble to the pole.”
And long the way, your feet must tread.
This straight, and rough, and narrow, lies
The course direct to yonder skies.
And now o'er hills, on hills, you climb,
Deserted paths, and cliffs sublime;
And now thro' solitudes you go,
Thro' vales of care, and streams of woe.
Tho' oft you wander sad, forlorn,
The mark of spite, the butt of scorn;
Yet your's the sweets, that cannot cloy,
The Saviour's peace, the Seraph's joy;
While nurture Heaven itself supplies,
And fruits depend, and springs arise;
And Health and Temperance, sisters gay,
Despise the lessening length of way;
And sweet, tho' rare, companions smile,
Deceive the road, and lose the toil;
And Hope still points th' approaching goal,
As magnets tremble to the pole.”
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“As now at hand the realm appears,
Where pains retire, and cares, and tears,
Then smooths the rough, the rude refines,
The desert blooms, the steep declines;
Then bright, and brighter, spreads the plain,
Where Love begins her vernal reign.
And sweet as music of the skies,
When hymns of bless'd Redemption rise,
Your Father's welcome hails you home;
The Lamb, the Spirit bid you come;
And all the Family around
Salute you to the blissful ground,
The heirs of life, the sons of God,
And trophies of their Saviour's blood.”
Where pains retire, and cares, and tears,
Then smooths the rough, the rude refines,
The desert blooms, the steep declines;
Then bright, and brighter, spreads the plain,
Where Love begins her vernal reign.
And sweet as music of the skies,
When hymns of bless'd Redemption rise,
Your Father's welcome hails you home;
The Lamb, the Spirit bid you come;
And all the Family around
Salute you to the blissful ground,
The heirs of life, the sons of God,
And trophies of their Saviour's blood.”
“Full wide the other path extends,
And round, and round, serpentine bends.
To sense, bewitching flow'rets bloom,
And charm, and cheat, with strange perfume;
Fruits hang dissolving poison nigh,
And purpling death inchants the eye.
Companions, frolicksome and gay,
Laugh jocund on the downward way,
With wiles entice a thoughtless throng,
And, blinded, lead the blind along,
Where smooth, and treacherous, and steep,
It slides, impending, to the deep.”
And round, and round, serpentine bends.
To sense, bewitching flow'rets bloom,
And charm, and cheat, with strange perfume;
Fruits hang dissolving poison nigh,
And purpling death inchants the eye.
Companions, frolicksome and gay,
Laugh jocund on the downward way,
With wiles entice a thoughtless throng,
And, blinded, lead the blind along,
Where smooth, and treacherous, and steep,
It slides, impending, to the deep.”
“At length, where Death dominion holds,
A wide and gloomy gate unfolds—
Thro' solitudes immensely spread,
The mourning mansions of the dead,
A dreary tomb, that knows no bound,
A midnight hung eternal round,
Their journey winds—No friend appears
To dry the stream of endless tears.
Sweet Hope, that sooth'd their pains before,
Returns to soothe their pains no more.
Thro' the long night, the eye looks on,
But meets with no returning sun;
While Peace resigns to blank Despair,
And light is chang'd to darkness there.”
A wide and gloomy gate unfolds—
Thro' solitudes immensely spread,
The mourning mansions of the dead,
A dreary tomb, that knows no bound,
A midnight hung eternal round,
Their journey winds—No friend appears
To dry the stream of endless tears.
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Returns to soothe their pains no more.
Thro' the long night, the eye looks on,
But meets with no returning sun;
While Peace resigns to blank Despair,
And light is chang'd to darkness there.”
“Then rise, and let salvation call
Your time, your thoughts, your talents all!”
Your time, your thoughts, your talents all!”
“For this, the sacred page explore,
Consult, and ponder, o'er and o'er;
The words of endless life discern;
The way, the means, the motives, learn;
The hopes, the promises, enjoy,
That ne'er deceive, that cannot cloy;
Alarms to Guilt's obdurate mind;
Perennial bliss to Faith assign'd;
The precepts, by Messiah given;
His life, the image bright of Heaven;
His death, self-ruin'd man to save;
His rise, primitial, from the grave;
Beyond all other love, his love;
His name, all other names above.
All duties to be learn'd, or done,
All comforts to be gain'd, or known,
To do, to gain, unceasing strive,
The book of books explore, and live,”
Consult, and ponder, o'er and o'er;
The words of endless life discern;
The way, the means, the motives, learn;
The hopes, the promises, enjoy,
That ne'er deceive, that cannot cloy;
Alarms to Guilt's obdurate mind;
Perennial bliss to Faith assign'd;
The precepts, by Messiah given;
His life, the image bright of Heaven;
His death, self-ruin'd man to save;
His rise, primitial, from the grave;
Beyond all other love, his love;
His name, all other names above.
All duties to be learn'd, or done,
All comforts to be gain'd, or known,
To do, to gain, unceasing strive,
The book of books explore, and live,”
“When smiles the Sabbath's genial morn,
Instinctive to the Temple turn;
Your housholds round you thither bring,
Sweet off'ring to the Saviour King.
There, on the mercy-seat, he shines,
Receives our souls, forgets our sins,
And welcomes, with resistless charms,
Submitting rebels to his arms.
That chosen, bless'd, accepted day
Oh never never cast away!”
Instinctive to the Temple turn;
Your housholds round you thither bring,
Sweet off'ring to the Saviour King.
There, on the mercy-seat, he shines,
Receives our souls, forgets our sins,
And welcomes, with resistless charms,
Submitting rebels to his arms.
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Oh never never cast away!”
“Let order round your houses reign,
Religion rule, and peace sustain;
Each morn, each eve, your prayers arise,
As incense fragrant, to the skies;
In beauteous groupe, your children join,
And servants share the work divine:
The voice, as is the interest, one,
And one the blessing wrestled down.”
Religion rule, and peace sustain;
Each morn, each eve, your prayers arise,
As incense fragrant, to the skies;
In beauteous groupe, your children join,
And servants share the work divine:
The voice, as is the interest, one,
And one the blessing wrestled down.”
“Each toil devote, each care, and pain,
Your children for the skies to train.
Allure, reprove, instruct, reclaim,
Alarm, and warn, commend, and blame;
To virtue force with gentle sway,
And guide, and lead, yourselves, the way.
Teach them, profaneness, falshood, fraud,
Abuse to man, affronts to God,
All things impure, obscene, debas'd,
Tho' oft with high examples grac'd,
To shun beyond the adder's breath,
When hissing instantaneous death;
But justice, truth, and love, to prize,
Beyond the transports of the skies.”
Your children for the skies to train.
Allure, reprove, instruct, reclaim,
Alarm, and warn, commend, and blame;
To virtue force with gentle sway,
And guide, and lead, yourselves, the way.
Teach them, profaneness, falshood, fraud,
Abuse to man, affronts to God,
All things impure, obscene, debas'd,
Tho' oft with high examples grac'd,
To shun beyond the adder's breath,
When hissing instantaneous death;
But justice, truth, and love, to prize,
Beyond the transports of the skies.”
“Teach them, that, brighter than the sun,
Th' All-searching Eye looks flaming on,
Each thought, each word, each act, descries,
And sees the guilty motives rise;
A Witness, and a Judge, that day,
Whose light shall every heart display.
Live what you teach—the heavenly Seer,
Who spake, as man ne'er spake, when here,
Taught all things just, and wise, and true,
Shone, a divine example too.”
Th' All-searching Eye looks flaming on,
Each thought, each word, each act, descries,
And sees the guilty motives rise;
A Witness, and a Judge, that day,
Whose light shall every heart display.
Live what you teach—the heavenly Seer,
Who spake, as man ne'er spake, when here,
Taught all things just, and wise, and true,
Shone, a divine example too.”
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“To all, around, your blessings lend,
The sick relieve, the poor befriend,
The sad console, the weak sustain,
And soothe the wounded spirit's pain.
To you, think every blessing given,
To shed abroad the alms of Heaven,
To blunt the stings of human woe,
And build his kingdom, here below.
Let gentle Peace around you reign,
Her influence spread, her cause sustain:
To railing, answers mild return;
Let love, oppos'd to anger, burn:
Contention, ere begun, suppress,
And bid the voice of party cease.
The taleful tongue, the meddling mind,
The jealous eye, the heart unkind,
Far distant, far, from you remove;
But ope your doors to Truth, and Love:
The meek esteem, the humble praise,
And Merit from her footstool raise.”
The sick relieve, the poor befriend,
The sad console, the weak sustain,
And soothe the wounded spirit's pain.
To you, think every blessing given,
To shed abroad the alms of Heaven,
To blunt the stings of human woe,
And build his kingdom, here below.
Let gentle Peace around you reign,
Her influence spread, her cause sustain:
To railing, answers mild return;
Let love, oppos'd to anger, burn:
Contention, ere begun, suppress,
And bid the voice of party cease.
The taleful tongue, the meddling mind,
The jealous eye, the heart unkind,
Far distant, far, from you remove;
But ope your doors to Truth, and Love:
The meek esteem, the humble praise,
And Merit from her footstool raise.”
“By every act of peace, and love,
Thus win your way to climes above.
In this great work, see all things strive!
Nature toils that you may live:
Thus win your way to climes above.
In this great work, see all things strive!
Nature toils that you may live:
“Lo, to aid you to the skies,
Seasons roll, and suns arise;
Promis'd, see the seed-time come,
And the harvest shouted home!”
Seasons roll, and suns arise;
Promis'd, see the seed-time come,
And the harvest shouted home!”
“All things, in their solemn round,
Morn, with peace and beauty crown'd,
Eve, with sweet, returning rest,
Toil, with health and plenty bless'd,
Help you on the ascending road,
Pointing, leading, still to God:
Joys to endless rapture charm;
Woes, of endless woe, alarm.”
Morn, with peace and beauty crown'd,
Eve, with sweet, returning rest,
Toil, with health and plenty bless'd,
Help you on the ascending road,
Pointing, leading, still to God:
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Woes, of endless woe, alarm.”
“All things toil, that you may live—
Rulers peace and freedom give:
Seers diviner peace proclaim,
Glorious to th' Unutter'd Name,
Good, to guilty mortals given,
Source of endless joy to heaven.”
Rulers peace and freedom give:
Seers diviner peace proclaim,
Glorious to th' Unutter'd Name,
Good, to guilty mortals given,
Source of endless joy to heaven.”
“See the Sabbath's peaceful morn,
(Sabbaths still for you return),
Opes the Temple to your feet,
Chaunting sounds of Seraphs sweet—
“Heaven unfolds, and God is near,
Sinners haste, and enter here”—
Grace and truth, from worlds above,
Fruits of suffering, dying love,
From the Sacred Spirit come,
Wilder'd flocks inviting home.”
(Sabbaths still for you return),
Opes the Temple to your feet,
Chaunting sounds of Seraphs sweet—
“Heaven unfolds, and God is near,
Sinners haste, and enter here”—
Grace and truth, from worlds above,
Fruits of suffering, dying love,
From the Sacred Spirit come,
Wilder'd flocks inviting home.”
“Hark, what living music plays!
Catch the themes of heavenly praise;
Themes, that tune seraphic strings,
Notes, the bless'd Redeemer sings.”
Catch the themes of heavenly praise;
Themes, that tune seraphic strings,
Notes, the bless'd Redeemer sings.”
““Rise, my sons, and hither haste!
Wintry time is overpass'd.
See afar the rains have flown!
See immortal spring begun!
Streams with life and rapture flow;
Fruits with life and rapture glow;
Love the door of life unbars;
Triumphs crown your finish'd wars:
Fondly wait impatient skies,
O'er you to renew their joys.””
Wintry time is overpass'd.
See afar the rains have flown!
See immortal spring begun!
Streams with life and rapture flow;
Fruits with life and rapture glow;
Love the door of life unbars;
Triumphs crown your finish'd wars:
Fondly wait impatient skies,
O'er you to renew their joys.””
““Are you naked? here behold
Robes of light, and crowns of gold!
Famish'd? an eternal feast!
Weary? everliving rest!
Friendless? an Almighty Friend!
Hopeless? transports ne'er to end!””
Robes of light, and crowns of gold!
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Weary? everliving rest!
Friendless? an Almighty Friend!
Hopeless? transports ne'er to end!””
““Children, penitents, arise;
Hasten to your native skies:
Your arrival all things sing;
Angels meet you on the wing;
Saints with fairer beauty shine;
Brighter years in heaven begin;
Round the Sun, that lights the skies,
More refulgent glories rise.””
Hasten to your native skies:
Your arrival all things sing;
Angels meet you on the wing;
Saints with fairer beauty shine;
Brighter years in heaven begin;
Round the Sun, that lights the skies,
More refulgent glories rise.””
“Thus, O my sons! Messiah's voice
Allures to never dying joys.
That voice of endless love receive;
Those counsels hear, obey, and live.”
Allures to never dying joys.
That voice of endless love receive;
Those counsels hear, obey, and live.”
“Thus, from the climes beyond the tomb
If God permit my soul to come,
Again my little flock to view,
To watch, and warn, and quicken you,
With transport shall my bosom glow,
To see each house an heaven below,
My sons ambitious of the skies,
And future saints, and angels rise.
And O, what brighter bliss shall bloom,
To hail you victors o'er the tomb;
To guide you, all th' unmeasur'd way,
And welcome to the gates of day;
To hear your blessed Euge sound,
And see th' immortals smile around;
To stand, to shine, by you confess'd
Your friend your earthly saviour bless'd;
To mingle joys, all joys above,
And warm with ever-bright'ning love!”
If God permit my soul to come,
Again my little flock to view,
To watch, and warn, and quicken you,
With transport shall my bosom glow,
To see each house an heaven below,
My sons ambitious of the skies,
And future saints, and angels rise.
And O, what brighter bliss shall bloom,
To hail you victors o'er the tomb;
To guide you, all th' unmeasur'd way,
And welcome to the gates of day;
To hear your blessed Euge sound,
And see th' immortals smile around;
To stand, to shine, by you confess'd
Your friend your earthly saviour bless'd;
To mingle joys, all joys above,
And warm with ever-bright'ning love!”
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He spoke. The filial tear around,
Responsive, trickled to the sound;
He saw their hearts to wisdom won,
And felt his final duty done—
“Jesus! my soul receive”—he cried,
And smil'd, and bow'd his head, and died.
Responsive, trickled to the sound;
He saw their hearts to wisdom won,
And felt his final duty done—
“Jesus! my soul receive”—he cried,
And smil'd, and bow'd his head, and died.
END OF THE FIFTH PART.
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