Her Faith's and Hope's foundations. Thou art gone And Heaven's unbounded Joys: foon fhall this house Thy Partner on glad wings fhall take his flight, A TRANSLATION of a Latin EPITAPH, Written by Sir RICHARD BLACKMORE, on himself. HILE the free spirit towers into the skies, WH Here void of life, the mouldering body lies: But when the Prince of heaven, the Judge of All, Returning visits this terreftrial ball: I fhall revive (may not my hopes be vain!) : Faft fleeping by my fide, with me fhall rise, We both fhall fcale the blissful feats above: And fill our fouls with extafies divine. On On GENERAL WOLFE. 'N various climes immortal honours won, IN Quebec fubdued, great Wolfe! thy task was done. His friends, 'midst shouts of triumph, weeping round, Undaunted in the field, in counfel fage, Thus trained to love, his troops with pride obey, And bravéd even death, whenever He led the way. Such was great Wolfe! his much-loved Country's pride; For her he lived, for her he bravely died. A formidable Foe; a cordial Friend; For the STATUE of HEALTH, Under an Ionic Pavilion in the King's Bath. USPICIOUS Health! fair daughter of the fkies, O! guard with ease these springs that teaming rife; Whose healing virtues, (freed from dire distress,) Millions have felt, and millions daily bless. Ye Ye languid tribe, with grateful hearts receive, The bleffing these balfamic Fountains give: If Bath's falubrious ftreams your health reftore, Thank heaven; be temperate; "Go and fin no more." SHORT HYMN S. James ii. 26. For as the body without the foul is dead, fo faith without works is dead alfo. Α AS S when the active foul is fled, A fenfelefs lump the body lies, If fep'rated from works it dies, Faith without works is not the true; Know this, ye infidels in heart, Who boaft your barren faith in vain, The carcafe dead is not the man: Or if ye did true life receive, Ye ceafed at once to work and live. Dreamers of your falvation sure, Awaking unto righteousness, Your Antinomian faith abjure, Your groundless hope, and hellifh peace; Arife, and wash away your fins: And then the works of faith begins! |