Church poetry : or, Christian thoughts in old and modern verse . aught Successfully with Salian Moors we fought. Then broughtst me home in safety ; that this earth Might bury me, which fed me from my birth : Blest with a healthful age ; a quiet mind, Content with little ; to this work designed, Which I at length have finished by Thy aid, And now my vows have at Thy Altar paid. SONNET. Drummond. Sweet bird that singst away the early hours, Of winters past, or coming, void of care, Well pleased with delights that present are, Fair seasons, budding sprays, sweet-smelling flowers : 214 THANKFULNES
Church poetry : or, Christian thoughts in old and modern verse . aught Successfully with Salian Moors we fought. Then broughtst me home in safety ; that this earth Might bury me, which fed me from my birth : Blest with a healthful age ; a quiet mind, Content with little ; to this work designed, Which I at length have finished by Thy aid, And now my vows have at Thy Altar paid. SONNET. Drummond. Sweet bird that singst away the early hours, Of winters past, or coming, void of care, Well pleased with delights that present are, Fair seasons, budding sprays, sweet-smelling flowers : 214 THANKFULNESS. To rocks, to springs, to rills, from leafy bowersThou thy Creators goodness dost declare,And what dear gifts on thee He did not spare ;A stain to human sense, in sin that soul can be so sick, which by thy songs(Attired in sweetness) sweetly is not drivenQuite to forget Earths turmoils, spites, and wrongsAnd lift a reverend eye and thought, to Heaven ?Sweet artless songster, thou my mind dost raiseTo airs of spheres, yes, and to angels lays. V^X-.
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