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Siege after siege, fight after fight,
The spring of eighty-nine shall be
Then peace and joy again possess'd
Then suddenly regain the prize,
O Queen of Albion, queen of isles !
If they, who on thy state attend, Awe-struck, before thy presence bend, 'Tis but the natural effect, Of grandeur that ensures respect ; But she is something more than Queen, Who is belov'd where never seen,
FOR THE USE OF THE SUNDAY SCHOOL AT
HEAR, Lord, the song of praise and pray'r,
In Heav'n thy dwelling-place, From infants made the publick care,
And taught to seek thy face.
Thanks for thy word, and for thy day,
And grant us, we implore, Never to waste in sinful play
Thy holy sabbaths more.
Thanks that we hear,—but O impart
To each desires sincere,
And learn as well as hear.
For if vain thoughts the minds engage
Of older far than we,
Our minds should e'er be free?
Much hope, if thou our spirits take
Under thy gracious sway,
270 HYMN FOR SUNDAY SCHOQL.
Wisdom and bliss thy word bestows,
A sun that ne'er declines,
Who plac'd us where it shines.
Subjoined to the Yearly Bill of Mortality of the Parish of All-Saints, Northampton,*
Anno Domini 1787.
Pallida Mors æquo pulsat pede pauperum tabernas, Regumque turres.
Hor. Pale Death with equal foot strikes, wide the door Of royal halls, and hovels of the poor.
WHILE thirteen moons saw smoothly run
The Nen’s barge-laden wave,
Have found their home, the grave.
Was man (frail aways) made more frail
Than in foregoing years ?
That so much death appears ?
these were vig'rous as their sires,
And never waves his claim.
* Composed for John Cox, parish clerk of Northampton.