Solitude (II) final part


‘& this vain world its pride its form
   ‘That treads on thee as on a worm
   ‘Its mighty heirs—the time shall be
   ‘When they as quiet sleep by thee’
   O heres thy comforts solitude
   When overpowering woes intrude
   Then thy sad thy solemn dress
   Owns the balm my soul to bless
   Here I judge the world aright
    Here see vain man in his own light
    Learn patience in this trying hour
    To gild lifes brambles wi a flower
    Take pattern from the hints thoust given
    & follow in thy steps to heaven

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