Classic Poem

A chearfull countenance, the duty of gods, people, June 28 73

Why walkst thou droupingly
Dost thou not know each carnall eye
Will take ofence, and vainly think
Ther brutish swill is better drink
Then what thou hast to live upon
if thou walk sadly on

They cannot see thy hart
Or come to pry, into that part
None knows what's there, but god, and thee
Wilt thou lett others in to see
And give to them free enterance
by thy sad countenance

Besides all this itt will
Thy gracious god, dishonour still
Whilst thou dost make, the world to take
Up prejudice, & soe forsake
God, and his plesent ways
Robing him, of his praise

My soull henceforth be shy
And still avoid most carefully
Whatever may occation give
To make the world think that do live
And lead a life of holinese
is vain, and comfortlese

Look with a plesant face
What e're thou meetst with in thy race
Least others in their harts doe say
That they shall never see good day
If they their vanitys forsake
And to a holy life betake

Oh shew thy love in this
In rendering thosse ways of his
So sweet & lovly to the eye
Of those that ar but standers by
That they from sin may be drawn off
And on him fix their love,