The Amaranth Or, religious poems; consisting of fables, visions, emblems, etc. Adorned with copper-plates from the best masters [by Walter Harte] |
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The Amaranth | ||
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When passions reign with arbitrary sway,
Resistance, not compliance, wins the day.
Here av'rice, there ambitious schemes prevail;
Who can quench flames when double winds assail?
Boast as we will, our christian glories lie
In humble suff'ring, not proud apathy.
Submission an eternal crown procures;
Heav'n's hero conquers most, who most endures.—
Resistance, not compliance, wins the day.
Here av'rice, there ambitious schemes prevail;
Who can quench flames when double winds assail?
Boast as we will, our christian glories lie
In humble suff'ring, not proud apathy.
Submission an eternal crown procures;
Heav'n's hero conquers most, who most endures.—
Like the four cherubs in Ezekiel's dream
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[What time the prophet slept by Chebar's stream]
The Christian, mov'd by energy divine,
Walks forward still, in one unvarying line :
Nor wealth, nor pow'r, attract his wand'ring sight;
He swerves not to the left hand, nor the right.
Humbly he eats, and finds the proffer'd scroll
Sweet to the taste, inspiring to the soul .
So when Saul's weary'd Son his fasting broke
With honey dropping from Philistian oak,
Returning strength and sprightliness arise,
Glow on his cheeks, and sparkle in his eyes .
[What time the prophet slept by Chebar's stream]
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Walks forward still, in one unvarying line :
Nor wealth, nor pow'r, attract his wand'ring sight;
He swerves not to the left hand, nor the right.
Humbly he eats, and finds the proffer'd scroll
Sweet to the taste, inspiring to the soul .
So when Saul's weary'd Son his fasting broke
With honey dropping from Philistian oak,
Returning strength and sprightliness arise,
Glow on his cheeks, and sparkle in his eyes .
When fortune smiles within doors and without,
Man's heart, well-pleas'd, may think itself devout:
But, when ill days, and nights of pain, succeed,
Let him bear well, and he's devout indeed.
Man's heart, well-pleas'd, may think itself devout:
But, when ill days, and nights of pain, succeed,
Let him bear well, and he's devout indeed.
The Amaranth | ||