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GOD DECLARES THE DREADFUL CONSE.
QUENCE OF ADAM'S SIN,
TO HIM AND HIS POSTERITY,
UNLESS SATISFACTION IS MADE TO HIS JUSTICE,
WHICH THE SON OF GOD UNDERTAKES.
Disloyal breaks his fealty, and sins,
He ask'd, but all the heav'nly choir stood mute, And silence was in heaven: on man's behalf
Patron or intercessor none appear’d,
Father, thy word is past, Man shall find grace;
Though now to Death I yield, and am his due,
assur'd And reconcilement; wrath shall be no more Thenceforth, but in thy presence joy entire.
INCIDENTAL MISERIES ATTEN
DANT ON POVERTY.
PITY the sorrows of a poor old man,
O give relief, and Heaven will bless your store! These tatter'd clothes my poverty bespeak,
These hoary locks proclaim my length of years! And many a furrow in this grief-worn cheek
Has been the channel of a stream of tears. Yon house, erected on a rising ground,
With tempting aspect drew me from the road, For Plenty there a residence has found,
And Grandeur a magnificent abode. Hard is the fate of the infirm and poor,
Here craving for a morsel of their bread, A pamper'd menial forc'd me from the door,
To seek a shelter in an humbler shed.
O take me to your hospitable dome!
Keen blows the wind, and piercing is the cold, Short is my passage to the friendly tomb,
For I am poor, and miserably old.
Should I reveal the source of ev'ry grief,
If soft humanity e'er touch'd your breast, ,
And tears of pity could not be represt.
'Tis Heaven has brought meto the state you see; And your condition may be soon like mine,
The child of sorrow and of misery.
A little farm was my paternal lot,
There, like the lark, I sprightly hail'd the morn; But, ah! Oppression forc'd me from my cot,
My cattle dy'd, and blighted was my corn. My daughter, once the comfort of my age,
Lur’d by a villain from her native home, Is cast abandon’d on the world's wide stage,
And dooni'd in scanty poverty to roam. My tender wife, sweet soother of my care,
Struck with sad anguish at the stern decree, Fell, ling'ring fell! a victim to Despair,
And left the world to wretchedness and me.
c. WITTIVCHAM, Printer,
Dean Street, Feller Lane.