 | Poems on several occasions |  |
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EPITAPH on J. T.
Reader forbear, whoe'er thou art,
His goodness to arraign,
That eas'd me of frail mortals smart,
When I in grief was lain.
His goodness to arraign,
That eas'd me of frail mortals smart,
When I in grief was lain.
But rather praise His works most just,
Who all our deeds can spy;
And learn in him to put your trust,
Then you'll ne'er fear to die.
Who all our deeds can spy;
And learn in him to put your trust,
Then you'll ne'er fear to die.
| Poems on several occasions | |