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SONNET XLI.

To the Rev. Mr. Shaw, Rector of Beirton.
O friend, in sad affliction's useful school
Long train'd and tutor'd, hard to humane sense,
And dark appear th' awards of Providence,
Though Truth and Goodness be their constant rule;
The word of Truth has said, and reason cool
Subscribes, that wise and kind Omnipotence
Does oft the bitter cup in love dispense;
While draughts of pleasure lull the prosperous fool:
Omniscience knows, and Goodness will bestow,
What's rightest, fittest, best; let humble man
With faith and patience bow submissive down,
Secure, that God delights not in our woe;
And, when we have measure'd out this life's short span,
If sore the trial, bright will be the crown.