This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1822 Excerpt: ...grieve Nor shed the mournful tear, I wait with sister to receive Your spirits here." Jennet. "Of all the spirits-blest Who grace this happy seat, Your children, gladder than the rest, Your souls shall greet." PROGRESS OF THE GOSPEL. LINES WRITTEN OH CONTEMPLATING A DISTANT VIEW OF THE Yotk$fn SKolbtf. WHENE'ER I view ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1822 Excerpt: ...grieve Nor shed the mournful tear, I wait with sister to receive Your spirits here." Jennet. "Of all the spirits-blest Who grace this happy seat, Your children, gladder than the rest, Your souls shall greet." PROGRESS OF THE GOSPEL. LINES WRITTEN OH CONTEMPLATING A DISTANT VIEW OF THE Yotk$fn SKolbtf. WHENE'ER I view yon distant hills, Whose summits hail the dawn of day, My heart with strange emotion fills, And thence my thoughts wing wide away. My fancy travels with the Sun, As round the mighty world he shines; And views the nations one by one, From whence he rose--till he declines, O'er Asia's fair prolific clime, Where nature sports her richest dies, Wantons in sweets, which all combine To please--I cast my roving eyes. There turban'd nations meet my view, Throughout a vast extended space; Pagan, Mahometan, and Jew, All strangers to redeeming grace. And where the Sun gilds Asian plains, Her vales, and hills, with beams so bright; An awful moral darkness reigns, Drear as the fell Egyptian night. Hindoostan's sultry shores present Heart-rending scenes of crimson die; O'er which the Christian will lament, And inly weep--and deeply sigh. Her grim-fac'd Idols carv'd of wood, Her plains bespread with pilgrims' bones, Her altars sroear'd with human blood, Her fun'ral piles--and widows' groans, Are moral proofs of man's sad fall, Of Satan's influence on the mind, Which Bramins can't refute at all,80 And all their Shasters prove them blind. Their Temples and Pagodas found, Reared unto gods of endless name, Where forms obscene are painted round, Serve to proclaim their reckless shame. Nor Birma, nor Malaya yields A brighter prospect to the mind; Though fair their groves--and rich their fields, Sad is the people's state, and blind. 0 China! jeal...
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