aw in the sun a mighty aand,
and heard great bab'lon's doom pronounc'd by heaven's and.
then, kneeling down to heaven's eternal king,
the saint, the father, and the husband prays:
hope “spriing on triumphant wing,”
that thus they all shall meet in future days,
there, ever bask in ued rays,
no more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear,
together hymning their creator's praise,
in such society, yet still more dear;
while cirg time moves round in aernal sphere
par'd with this, how pion's pride,
in all the pomp of method, and of art;
The Cotters Saturday Night(12/16)