THE REVELATION. THE saint of Patmos last we meet, He tempers heaven's effulgent light, away, Shall burst upon th' enraptur'd sight, Their faith presumptuous, weak and vain, Hope in fruition infinite; Immortal charity alone Beams round the everlasting throne. 'Tis God's own presence makes it heaven. Of future bliss, if such the sum, Then come, LORD JESUS, quickly come! THE SEARCH AFTER HAPPINESS: A PASTORAL DRAMA FOR YOUNG LADIES. To rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot, THOMSON. ΤΟ MRS. GWATKIN. DEAR MADAM, As the following Poem turns chiefly on the danger of Delay or Error in the important article of Education, I know not to whom I can, with more propriety, dedicate it than to you, as the subject it inculcates has been one of the principal objects of your attention in your own family. Let not the name of Dedication alarm you; I am not going to offend you by making your Eulogium: Panegyric is only necessary to suspicious characters: Virtue will not accept it; Delicacy will not offer it. The friendship with which you have honoured me from my childhood, will, I flatter myself, induce you to pardon me for venturing to lay before you this public testimony of my esteem, and to assure you how much I am, DEAR MADAM, Your obedient and obliged humble servant, THE AUTHOR. |