To An Amiable Friend Mourning The Death Of An Excellent Father
LET deep dejection hide her pallid face,And from thy breast each painful image rase;Forbid thy lip to utter one complaint,But view the glories of the rising saint,Ripe for a crown, and waiting the rewardOf watching long the vineyard of the Lord.The generous purpose of his zealous heart,Truth to enforce, and knowledge to impart,Insures his welcome…