The Sun-Dial of Armoy A Poem, In Latin and English. By Richard, Lord Bishop of Down and Connor, and Dromore [i.e. Richard Mant] |
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THE FAREWELL |
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THE FAREWELL
Farewell, kind Reader, who perchance canst spyCause of brief pastime in poetic page,
In this degenerate, world-devoted age,
When Wealth looks down on slighted Poesy.
Slight her, who will! But dare not thou defy
Thoughts which would fain thy better part engage,
Aid thee to tread in peace this earthly stage,
And fit for better things that yonder lie.
If aught of pleasure, more, if aught of good,
Have blest our short companionship, to One,
Source of true joy, Giver of good alone,
To God be thanks! Nor thou meanwhile exclude
Me from thy pray'rs, nor pray'r of mine repel,
But take, and give, a mutual kind “Farewell!”
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