Poems . poor pen affords,For the perusal of your charming pages ; From a sick bed they 11 needs be burning words,But fear them not, no baleful sickness rages. Here, stretched at length, — I cannot say at ease, Philosophizing over oatmeal-gruel,Like sick man in the fable, conscience sees Sins rise before me in array most cruel. Confession, then, and reparation too. The genuine symptoms of sincere repentance, I offer. Sir, unfeignedly, to you! Sins against charity deserve this sentence. 40 lAMENDE HONORABLE. Forgive me, Sir, if my poor thoughtless MuseIn harsh, unfriendly censures seem to deal;
Poems . poor pen affords,For the perusal of your charming pages ; From a sick bed they 11 needs be burning words,But fear them not, no baleful sickness rages. Here, stretched at length, — I cannot say at ease, Philosophizing over oatmeal-gruel,Like sick man in the fable, conscience sees Sins rise before me in array most cruel. Confession, then, and reparation too. The genuine symptoms of sincere repentance, I offer. Sir, unfeignedly, to you! Sins against charity deserve this sentence. 40 lAMENDE HONORABLE. Forgive me, Sir, if my poor thoughtless MuseIn harsh, unfriendly censures seem to deal; To pardon an offence you wont refuse, Which, you, perchance, too sensitively feel. And surely. Sir, a mind like yours, imbuedWith sweet philosophys dehghtful lore. Could never by such weakness be subdued,The guise of which your playful history wore. Nor could you, who so feelingly portrayFrom natures works the universal plan Of kindness and benevolence, betray The trust poor woman must repose in man !. 41 LINES TO A FRIEND ON HIS COMPLAINING OF THE INSUFFICIENCY OF PHILOSOPHYAS A SUPPORT TO THE MIND UNDER -AFFLICTION, AND THATHE MEANT TO SEEK THAT SUPPORT IN RELIGION AND THESCRIPTURES. 0, SEARCH the bright record, — let nothing restrainthee, —The earnest pursuit shall be crowned with suc-cess !Let not earth, with its varied temptations, Him who alone can Hfes pilgrimage bless! Can Science true happiness ever bestow ? Will Philosophy prove from fates arrows a shield, 42 LINES TO A FRIEND. Or blunt the barbed shafts of affliction ? Ah, no !Its impotent arm in the conflict must yield. Religion alone can the armor supply ; The shield must be faith, and the spirit the breastplate of righteousness, — these may defy The world, in the name of a crucified Lord! 0, seek then that armor, — prayer ever obtains it, —The Savior has promised, Ask, it shall begiven;That promise how sacred ! the Bible contains it;He reigns who has made it in earth and inhe
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