Part of a Poem Design'd by the Author, on the Death of the Reverend Mr. John Piggott
Bless'd soul! when thou wast vigorous and strong,
How oft' I faintly drag'd my shell along;
Thinking the heavenly regions to explore
Long before thou shouldst touch the blissful shore.
But thou hast got the start: thy heavenly mind
Could bear no longer to be here confin'd.
How oft' I faintly drag'd my shell along;
Thinking the heavenly regions to explore
Long before thou shouldst touch the blissful shore.
But thou hast got the start: thy heavenly mind
Could bear no longer to be here confin'd.
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