Citation - New York Weekly Journal: 1737.01.10

NYWJ.737.001
10 Jan 1737:11 (165)
CONTINUATION OF THE PINDARIC ESSAY OF MR. POMFRET, BEGUN IN
OUR LAST
Our father, pale with grief and watching grown,
Takes our cold hand in his and cries Adieu!
Adieu my child! now I must follow you.
Then weeps, and gently lays it down.
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She passes up in triumph thro' the skie,
Where she's united to a glorious throng
Of angels, who with a celestial song,
Congratulate her conquest as she flies along.
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