The Young Mans Meditation or Some few Sacred Poems upon Select Subjects, and Scriptures. By Samuel Crossman |
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The Pilgrims Farewel to the World. |
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The Pilgrims Farewel to the World.
For we have here no continuing City, but we seek one to come,
Heb. 13.14.
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Farewel poor World! I must be gone,Thou art no home, no rest for me:
I'll take my staff, and travel on,
Till I a better World may see.
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Why art thou loth my heart! oh! whyDo'st thus recoil within my breast?
Grieve not, but say farewel, and fly
Unto the Arke, my Dove! there's rest.
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I come, my Lord! a Pilgrims pace,Weary, and weak, I slowly move;
Longing, but can't yet reach the place,
The gladsom place of rest above.
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I come, my Lord! the flouds here rise,These troubled Seas foam nought but mire:
My Dove back to my bosom Flies.
Farewel, poor World! Heav'n's my desire.
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Stay, stay, said Earth, whither fond one?Here's a fair World, what wouldst thou have?
Fair World? oh! no; thy beautie's gone,
An heav'nly Canaan Lord! I crave.
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Thus th' ancient Travellers, thus theyWeary of Earth, sigh'd after thee.
They are gone before; I may not stay,
Till I both thee, and them may see.
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Put on my Soul! put on with speed;Though th' way be long, the end is sweet.
Once more, poor World! Farewel indeed;
In leaving thee, my Lord I meet.
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