‘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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