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SONNET,
ADDRESSED TO THE REV. J. JOHNS.
Work thy pure labours—sympathy from all,
From every kindly heart, with thee will be;
And there is strength in human sympathy,
Which like heaven's dew upon thy soul shall fall.
Seek out the dens of crime, rebuking mild,
With Saviour spirit, the self-wrecked, the lost,
Thou wilt with tenderness their sins accost,
'Mid sternest truths, and save each wandering child.
Seek the abodes of virtuous poverty,
For there thy love the child of want shall raise,
Flush the pale cheek with hope of happier days,
And they then- guardian, parent, friend shall see
At thy approach.—labours blest and dear!
Midst toil, and care, and pain, thy sweetest peace is there.
From every kindly heart, with thee will be;
And there is strength in human sympathy,
Which like heaven's dew upon thy soul shall fall.
Seek out the dens of crime, rebuking mild,
With Saviour spirit, the self-wrecked, the lost,
Thou wilt with tenderness their sins accost,
'Mid sternest truths, and save each wandering child.
Seek the abodes of virtuous poverty,
For there thy love the child of want shall raise,
Flush the pale cheek with hope of happier days,
And they then- guardian, parent, friend shall see
At thy approach.—labours blest and dear!
Midst toil, and care, and pain, thy sweetest peace is there.
