INSCRIPTION FOR LOT'S WIFE. "In this pillar I do lie, Buried where no mortal eye "When I saw great Sodom burn, "You to whom my corpse I show, Take true warning from my woe- "They that toward virtue hie, If but back they cast an eye, Twice as far from it do fly. "Counsel then I give to those, Who the path to bliss have chose, Turn not back, ye cannot lose. "That way let your whole hearts lie, Thomas Jordan. THE MEDITATION. IT must be done, my soul, but 'tis a strange, When thou shalt leave this tenement of clay, When time shall be eternity, and thou Shalt be thou know'st not what, and live thou know'st not how. Amazing tale! no wonder that we dread To think of death, or view the dead. Thou'rt all wrapp'd up in clouds, as if to thee Death could not a more sad retinue find Sickness and pain before, and darkness all behind. Some courteous ghost, tell this great secrecy, When life's close knot, by writ from destiny, When after some delays, some dying strife, Does she launch out into the sea of vast eternity! So when the spacious globe was delug'd o'er, On the utmost bough the astonish'd sinners stood, John Norris. HOPE TRUE Hope is Jacob's staff indeed, That springs from mire, or else can feed By Hope just men are sanctified, In the same ocean safe at anchor ride, Hope's the top window of that Ark, Wouldst thou not be engulph'd, or drown'd, Hope hath a harvest in the spring, Hope brings me home when I'm abroad,— Faithful Teate. THE HEART ENLARGED. WHAT a blessed change I find, That I was before He came ; But I then was much to blame. All the ways of righteousness I did think were full of trouble; Every minute did appear Longer far than a whole year. But the case is alter'd now; He no sooner turns His eye, Thomas Harvey. |