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Miscellaneous Pieces

in Verse and Prose, By Theodosia [i.e. Anne Steele]
 

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Happy Poverty, or the Poor in Spirit blessed.
 
 

Happy Poverty, or the Poor in Spirit blessed.

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Matt. v. 3.

Ye humble souls complain no more,
Let faith survey your future store,
How happy, how divinely blest,
The sacred words of truth attest.
When conscious grief laments sincere,
And pours the penitential tear;
Hope points to your dejected eyes,
The bright reversion in the skies.

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In vain the sons of wealth and pride,
Despise your lot, your hopes deride;
In vain they boast their little stores,
Trifles are theirs, a kingdom yours.
A kingdom of immense delight,
Where health, and peace, and joy unite;
Where undeclining pleasures rise,
And every wish hath full supplies.
A kingdom which can ne'er decay,
While time sweeps earthly thrones away;
The state which power and truth sustain,
Unmov'd for ever must remain.
There shall your eyes with rapture view,
The glorious friend that dy'd for you;
That dy'd to ransom, dy'd to raise
To crowns of joy, and songs of praise.
Jesus, to thee I breathe my prayer,
Reveal, confirm my interest there!
Whate'er my humble lot below,
This, this my soul desires to know!
O let me hear that voice divine,
Pronounce the glorious blessing mine!
Enroll'd among thy happy poor,
My largest wishes ask no more.