Cottage Poems by Patrick Brontë
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page 56 of 68 (82%)
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Keep still before them.
Dare not, like some, to mince the matter-- Nor dazzling tropes and figures scatter, Nor coarsely speak nor basely flatter, Nor grovelling go: But let plain truths, as Life's pure water, Pellucid flow. The sinner level with the dead, The Lamb exalt, the Church's Head, His holiness, adoring spread, With godly zeal: Enforce, though sinless, how He bled For sinners' weal. Pourtray how God in thunder spoke His fiery Law, whilst curling smoke, In terror fierce, from Sinai broke, Midst raging flame! Then Jesu's milder blood invoke, And preach His name. Remember still to fear the Lord, To live, as well as preach, His word, And wield the Gospel's two-edged sword, Though dangers lower-- Example only can afford To precept power. |
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