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Who is the honest man?
He that doth still and strongly good pursue,
To God, his neighbour and himself most true: Whom neither force nor fawning can Unpin or wrench from giving all their due.
Whose honesty is not
So loose or easy that a ruffling wind
Can blow away, or, glittering, look it blind:
While the world now rides by, now lags behind.
Who, when great trials come,
Nor seeks, nor shuns them; but doth calmly stay,
What place or person calls for, he doth pay.
Whom none can work or woo To use in any thing, a trick or sleight; For, above all things, he abhors deceit :
His words and works and fashion too All of a piece, and all are clear and straight.
Who never melts or thaws
At close temptations; when the day is done,
And is their virtue; virtue is his sun...
Who, when he is to treat
With sick folks, women, those whom passions sway,
But though men fail him yet his part doth play.
Whom nothing can procure,
When the world runs bias, from his will
To writhe his limbs, and share, not mend the ill.
Who still is right, and prays to be so still.
THE DEATH OF AN INFANT.
• Cease here longer to detain me,
See yon orient streak appearing!
Lately launched, a trembling stranger,
Now my cries shall cease to grieve thee,
Softer pillow than thy breast.
Weep not o'er these eyes that languish,
There, my mother, pleasures centre-
As through this calm, this holy dawning
Blessings endless, richest blessings,
Yet to leave thee sorrowing rends me,
On Linden, when the sun was low,
But Linden saw another sight,
By torch and trumpet fast arrayed,
Then shook the hills with thunder riven, Then rushed the steel to battle driven, And louder than the bolts of heaven
Far flashed the red artillery.