Poems (1828) by Thomas Gent
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page 84 of 136 (61%)
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Which every comfort doth impart;
In tears of joy the song is raised From minstrels of the glowing heart. CHORUS. Glory to Thee, all-bounteous Power! In notes of thankfulness be given; Sure solace in affliction's hour! Our hope on Earth, our bliss in Heaven. Hallelujah! Amen. REFLECTIONS OF A POET, ON GOING TO A GREAT DINNER. Great epoch in the history of bards! Important day to those who woo the nine; Better than fame are visitation-cards, And heaven on earth at a great house to dine. O cruel memory! do not conjure up The ghost of Sally Dab, the famous cook; Who gave me solid food, the cheering cup, And on her virtues begg'd I'd write a book. For her dear sake I braved the letter'd fates, |
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