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VERSES TO THE AUTHOR.
OW let the Atheist tremble; Thou alone
Can bid his conscious heart the Godhead own. Whom shalt thou not reform ? O thou hast seen, How God descends to judge the fouls of men. Thou heard'st the sentence how the guilty mourn, Driven out from God, and never must return.
Yet more, behold ten thousand thunders fall,
When guilty Sodom felt the burning rain,
But tell me, oh! what heavenly pleasure tell,
But thou art best delighted to rehearse
To fix the soul on God; to teach the mind
TO A LADY, WITH THE LAST DAY.
The prospect of a future state unfold :
Thus did the Muses fing in early times,