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NHG-P.761.043
4 Sep 1761 (257)
The following verses were composed by a pious clergyman in
Virginia, who preaches to seven congregations, the nearest
of which meets at the distance of five miles from his house,
as he was returning home in a very gloomy and rainy night.
Come, heav'nly pensive contemplation, come,
Possess my soul and solemn thoughts inspire.
The sacred hours that with too swift a wing
Incessant hurry by, nor quite elaps'd,
Demand a serious close. Then be my soul
Sedate and solemn, this gloom of night
That thickens round me Free from care, compos'd
Be all my soul, as this dread solitude,
Thro' which with gloomy joy I make my way.
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