Poems on several Occasions Viz. Munificence and Modesty. Female Dignity. To Lady Huffy Delaval. Verses from Catullus, after Dining with Mr. Murray. EPITAPHS. On the Dutchess of Cleveland. On Henry Fielding, Esq. On the Rev. James Sheeles. Epitaph from Demosthenes. By Mr. Smart |
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To the Memory of the Rev'd James Sheeles, A. B.
Late of Trinity College,
In the University of Cambridge;
And by the Honourable Patronage of the Earl of
Northumberland,
Minister of --- this Parish;
A young Gentleman of great Hopes,
And singular benevolence:
Who having served in the Church
No longer than one year and three months,
Was remanded to his Master
On the 29th day of October, 1762.
In the 24th year of his age.
His affectionate father
Has indulged his grief
With this tribute to his ashes.
To the Memory of the Rev'd James Sheeles, A. B.
Late of Trinity College,
In the University of Cambridge;
And by the Honourable Patronage of the Earl of
Northumberland,
Minister of --- this Parish;
A young Gentleman of great Hopes,
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Who having served in the Church
No longer than one year and three months,
Was remanded to his Master
On the 29th day of October, 1762.
In the 24th year of his age.
His affectionate father
Has indulged his grief
With this tribute to his ashes.
O young, yet apt and able in the word,
And at the morning-call to Christ preferr'd!
Our hope was longer time, and more commands,
So great the harvest, and so scarce the hands!—
See how the likeliest are not lent to last,
And love officious calculates too fast.
—If God had left thy lot for human praise,
A father's pray'r had multiplied thy days.
But since to grieve is now the task injoin'd,
We've learnt full well to weep, and be resign'd;
Nay more, adore and bless the great decree,
And, in the spirit, still commune with Thee.
Let God's good will, at our expence be done,
As Christ demands a brother and a son.
And at the morning-call to Christ preferr'd!
Our hope was longer time, and more commands,
So great the harvest, and so scarce the hands!—
See how the likeliest are not lent to last,
And love officious calculates too fast.
—If God had left thy lot for human praise,
A father's pray'r had multiplied thy days.
But since to grieve is now the task injoin'd,
We've learnt full well to weep, and be resign'd;
Nay more, adore and bless the great decree,
And, in the spirit, still commune with Thee.
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As Christ demands a brother and a son.
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