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With rapturous joy and bliss divine,
Celestial songs they 'll sing;
And with adoring transport join
The praises of their King;

Through endless days, in holy light,
His sovereign love adore:
God and his Son shall bless their sight,
And sin be known no more.




EPITAPHON CAPTAIN J——— T———.
Though the destroying angel cold hath pressed
Upon thy generous, philanthropic breast,
And thy pure, noble mind 's for ever fled,
And form lies lowly in this darksome bed,—
Thy worth, unfading, shall for ever bloom,
A bright example from thy sacred tomb.
And though thy silent dust shall ever sleep
Far from thy kindred, who in anguish weep,
The friends thy virtues gained, will linger here,
And fond remembrance shed the heart-felt tear.