,,transcribers' ,,notes  ,dialect has   
been retained4 ,printer's errors and    
corrections are described at the end of 
the text4 ,underscores have been used to
 mark italic text4  ,note that there is 
an index to the poems at the end of the 
text4     ,,awd ,,isaac1  ,,the         
,,steeple ,,chase1  ,,and ,,other       
,,poems2  ,,with ,a ,,glossary ,,of     
,,the  ,,yorkshire ,,dialect3  ,,by     
,,john ,,castillo4  ,,whitby3           
,,published ,,by ,,horne  ,,richardson4 
#ahdc4     ,,preface4   ,the ,author of 
the following ,poems prefixes a ,preface
 to them1 lest he should seem to be     
wanting in respect to his readers1 did  
he not comply with a custom which is    
universal4 ,in doing so1 however1 he    
would eschew two kinds of ,preface1 viz3
 that in which the author arrogates to  
himself the merit of having produced a  
work entirely new1 both in subject1 and 
in manner of expression1 and on that    
score claims the plaudits of his friends
 and the public2--and that in which the 

author professes to feel himself        
inadequate to the task of composing a   
book1 but at the pressing solicitation  
of his friends1 with great distrust of  
his abilities for such a work1 he yields
 to their entreaties1 and pleads his    
inability in mitigation of the critic's 
wrath4 ,with respect to the former1 the 
writer of the present volume professes  
not to offer to his readers any thing   
new1 either as to matter1 or to         
language2 and as to the latter1 the     
following pieces were most of them      
composed several years ago1 at distant  
intervals of time1 and were frequently  
perused by his friends long before he   
had thoughts of publishing them3--the   
character of his poetry is therefore    
pretty well known to those who are      
likely to become purchasers of his book2
 and it would be but a bungling apology 
did he attempt to shelter its defects   
under the plea of inability for his     
task4  ,it will be unnecessary to say   
much of the subjects sung of in the     

following poems4 ,though they are       
various1 the author hopes they will all 
be found to contain a moral1 which1 if  
acted upon in common life1 would direct 
the conduct to a beneficial end4 ,many  
of them are founded on facts which      
occurred in the writer's neighbourhood1 
and which he has endeavoured to turn to 
a useful purpose4 ,others are of an     
experimental cast1 and are the          
breathings of the poet's heart when     
inflamed by ,love ,divine6 ,it has been 
his constant aim to exhibit the workings
 of grace in the heart1 its effects on  
the life1 and the glorious futurity to  
which it conducts its possessor4 ,for   
this purpose1 he has seized on a variety
 of incidents known to many of his      
friends1 which have furnished him with  
matter on which to graft a spiritual    
thought4 ,life in its spring tide1 or   
when ebbing in death1 home with its     
simple yet hallowed joys1 a religious   
assembly rapt in devotion and love1 a   
landscape endeared by the associations  

of youth or of kindred1 a dilapidated   
church1 a withering flower1 a text of   
scripture--have supplied him with       
topics2--and he trusts that the         
doctrines which he has inculcated in    
connection with them will always be     
found to agree with the ,word of ,god4  
,of the ,dialect in which some of the   
pieces are composed1 the author deems it
 necessary to say a few words4 ,it is   
well known that every county in ,england
 has its peculiarities of expression and
 pronunciation4 ,these peculiarities1   
though often unintelligible to persons  
brought up at a distance1 are yet the   
native language of the common           
inhabitants2 and there is1 in their     
estimation1 a point and power in them1  
which are not to be found in more       
polished periods4 ,the author has       
availed himself of the dialect of his   
native county to convey to a particular 
class of persons some important truths1 
which may1 perhaps1 be more welcomely   
received because clad in that garb4     

,there may1 indeed1 appear to delicate  
ears1 a rudeness approaching to         
barbarism1 in the dialect which he has  
employed2 but what is wanting in polish1
 will1 in the estimation of those for   
whom he writes1 be more than compensated
 by force and vigour4 ,truth is         
truth--however humble the habiliments in
 which it is dressed3 nor does it come  
with less power to the heart because    
conveyed in language with which those   
for whom it was intended are familiar4  
,indeed1 there is in that very          
familiarity something which arrests the 
attention and affects the heart4 ,of the
 correctness of this view1 the author   
has many times seen proof1 in the       
interest with which some of the pieces  
in the dialect have been listened to1 by
 persons whose education being limited  
they could not perhaps have appreciated 
the beauties of polished verse1 but were
 at once arrested and delighted when the
 artless tale was narrated in their     
mother tongue4 ,to make this part of the

 work as complete as possible1 great    
care has been used to render the        
orthography correct3 published specimens
 of the ,dialect have been consulted1 as
 well as living authorities1 and no     
pains have been spared that could       
contribute to make it complete both to  
the eye and to the ear4 ,a difference of
 orthography may occasionally appear1   
caused by the necessity of making a     
rhyme2--excepting a few rare instances  
of this kind1 a standard has been       
adopted which has not been departed     
from4 ,for the assistance of those who  
are unacquainted with the dialect of the
 ,north ,riding of ,yorkshire1 a copious
 glossary is appended to the work1 by   
reference to which the meaning of any   
unknown term or phrase will at once be  
seen4  ,the author prays that the       
blessing of ,god may accompany his work6
     ,,awd ,,isaac4  7,,part ,,first47  
,yah neeght as ,ah went heeame fra'     
wark1     ,a lahtle bit afoore 'twur    
dark1     ,quite blithe an' cheerful as 

a lark1                   ,ah thowght   
me-sel2     ,ah sat me doon1 te rist a  
bit1                   ,at top o't'     
hill4      ,fooaks just wur turnin oot  
ther ky2--     ,a lahtle plain awd man  
com by2--     ,cum set ye doon1 gud     
frind1 sez ,i1                   ,an'   
rist yer legs2     ,he'd beean a bit o' 
floor te buy1                   ,an'    
twea'r three eggs4      ,ah fand him    
varry fain te stop2--     ,his staff he 
set up as a prop2--     ,his hooary     
heead he lifted up1                     
,an' thus compleean'd3--     7,sum      
fragments ov a gud like feeace1         
,ther still remeean'd47      ,yoo see1  
sez he1 mah deear young frind1     ,mah 
travel's ommost at an end2     ,wi' age 
mah back begins te bend1                
,an' white's mah hair2     ,ov this     
warld's griefs1 yoo may depend1         
,ah'v hed mah share4      ,his teeal    
tho' simple1 it wur grand1     ,an'     
varry gud te understand1--     ,his     
stick steead up aboon his hand1         

,t'awd fashion'd way2     ,his cooat an'
 hat wur wether tann'd1                 
,a duffil gray4      ,ah think1 sez ,ah1
 'at ,scriptur sez1     ,gray hairs is  
honorable dress1     ,if they be fund   
i'reeghteousness1                   ,by 
faith obtain'd2     ,an' think1 by what 
yer leeaks express1                     
,that praaze yoo've gain'd4      ,wi'   
age it izzen't gud te jooak1     ,an'ts 
ommost ower warm te woak1     ,sit doon1
 an' hev a bit o' tawk1                 
,o' things 'at's past2     ,awd men like
 yoo1 hez seeaf beeath heeard           
,an' seen a vast4      ,a vast ,ah hev  
beeath heeard an' seen1     ,an' felt   
misfotten's arrows keen1     ,as yoo    
remark1 whahl ,ah hev beean             
,on this life's stage2     ,it's sike a 
varry changin scene1                    
,fra' yooth te age4      ,hoo great1 an'
 yet hoo feeble's man1     ,his life at 
langest's bud a span2     ,his history  
be thus began1                   ,wi'   
teears te tell2     ,an' if yer ears be 

owght like maane1                       
',twill pleease ye weel4      ,lang sin'
 ,ah lost mah wife1 sez he1     ,which  
wur a heavy cross te me2     ,an' then  
mah sun teeak off tot' sea1             
,a fine young man1     ,an' ,ah neea    
mare his feeace mun see1                
,it's ten te yan4      ,ah happen'd te  
be off yah day1     ,a kind ov          
sweetheart1 as they say1     ,com in an'
 teeak mah lass away1                   
,wi' hoosin stuff2     ,an' noo1 poor   
thing1 she's deead1 they say1           
,a lang way off4      ,it's noo neen    
yeear1 an' gaain i'ten1     ,sin' ,ah at
 t'bark wood joined sum men1     ',twur 
theer ,ah fell an' leeam'd me-sen1      
,i' spite o' care2     ,ah wur foorc'd  
te gie up theer an' then1               
,an' woark ne mare4      ,bud t'neeaburs
 hez beean varry gud1     ,or else lang 
sin' ,ah'd stuck i't' mud1     ,an' seea
 throo them an' t'help o' ,god1         
,ah gits mah breead2     ,an' whooap    
they'll be rewarded for't1              

,when ,ah's law leead4      ,bud seein  
all mah cumforts gooan1     ,ah didden't
 knaw what way te ton1     ,then ,ah    
began te sigh an' mooan1                
,beeath neeght an' day2     ,ah bowght a
 ,baable1 an' began                     
,te reead an' pray4      ,an' as ,ah    
reead1 an' as ,ah preea'd1     ,ah      
thowght it thunner'd ower mah heead1    
,an' offens ,ah' wur sadly flay'd       
,wi' dismal noises1     ,sumtaames i'   
bed ,ah thowght ,ah heeard              
,some ungkerd voices4      ,a preeacher 
chanc'd te cum this way1     ,ah'v cause
 te ivver bless the day1     ,kind      
,providence leead me that way           
,this man te heear2     ,ah1 like a     
sheep1 had geean astray                 
,for monny a yeear4      ,he sed 'twur  
t'luv o' ,christ cumpell'd him1     ,bud
 seean as ivver ,ah beeheld him1     ,ah
 thowght 'at sum kind frind hed tell'd  
him                   ,all mah heart2   
,for ivv'ry word1 like arrows pointed1  
,meead it smart4      ,ah thowght1 till 

then1 'at ,ah wur reeght1     ,bud he   
set mah sins all i'mah seeght1     ,at  
last ,ah fell doon at his feet          
,wi' solid grief2     ,ah thowght ,ah   
sud ha' deead afoore                    
,ah fund relief4      ,ah reeally       
thowght1 if yoo'll beleeave me1     ',at
 hell wur oppen te receeave me1     ,sum
 sed the ,lord wad seean releeave me1   
,he wur mah keeper2     ,bud all they   
sed did nowght but greeave me1          
,an' cut me deeper4      ,ah dreeaded   
th' ,almighty's froon1     ,an' wander'd
 greeatin up an' doon1     ,nowther i't'
 coontry nor i't' toon                  
,neea rist ,ah fand2     ,mah sins1 like
 stars1 did me surroon'1                
,or heeaps o' sand4      ,then varry    
seean t'repoort wur rais'd1     ,an' all
 roond t'village it wur blaz'd1     ,awd
 ,isaac1 he wur gangin craz'd           
,an' nowght seea seer2     ,mah cottage 
then for days an' days                  
,neea sowl com near4      ,at thowghts  
ov ivverlastin pains1     ,an' bein bund

 iv endless chains1     ,mah bleead1    
like ice1 ran thruff mah veins          
,wi' shivrin dreead2     ,ah cudden't   
sleep1 an' ,ah forgat                   
,te eat mah breead4      ,at last this  
gud man com ageean1     ,for which mah  
heart wur glad an' fain1     ,just like 
a thorsty land for rain1                
,ah sat quite neear him2     ,whahl     
ivv'ry organ ov mah sowl1               
,wur bent te heear him4      ,bud seean 
as ,ah his sarmon heeard1     ,a still  
small voice mah sperits cheear'd1       
,an' ,ah1 that varry neeght wur meeade1 
,a happy man2     ,te praaze the ,lord  
wi' all mah heart1                   ,ah
 then began4      ,ah knew ,he hed mah  
sins forgeean1     ,whahl ,ah hed in    
,his prisance beean1     ,an' that ,his 
bleead cud wesh me cleean1              
,an' white as snaw1     ,an' mack me fit
 wi' ,him te reen                       
,whahl heer belaw4      ,sin' then1 i'  
all mah conflicts heer1     ,ah flees te
 ,him wi' faith an' preear1     ,an'    

,he1 in marsey1 lends an eear4          
,thruff his deear ,son2     ,an' this is
 t'way1 wi' whooap an' feear1           
,ah travels on4      ,oft1 when ,ah thus
 draws neear te ,him1     ,he macks mah 
een wi' teears te swim1     ,then fills 
mah heart quite up te t' brim           
,wi' t'luv o' ,god2     ,an' when ,ah   
gets mare faith i' ,him1                
,ah hods mah hod4      ,sumtaames ,ah'v 
hed yon beck te swim1     ,an' monny a  
time this hill te clim1     ,wi' heavy  
heart an' weeary lim'                   
,an' sweeaty broo2     ,bud all 'at ah  
can trist ,him in1                   ,he
 helps me throo4      ,in all the       
straits ov life1 sez he1     ,hooivver  
bare mah cubburt be1     ,wi' broon     
breead crust1 an' woormwood tea1        
,or even gall1     ,whereivver ,ah      
finnds ,christ te be1                   
,he sweet'ns all4      ,mah neeaburs    
all1 ,ah deearly luv 'em1     ,an' oft  
,ah's foorc'd for t'repruv 'em     ,te  
seek the ,lord ,ah tries te muv 'em1    

,wi' heart sincere1     ,bud t'answers  
oft 'at ,ah gets frev em1               
',s quite severe4      ,ah'v oft felt   
sorry te me-sel1     ,beeath greeav'd   
an' sham'd the truth te tell1     ,when 
,ah hev heeard oor awd kirk bell        
,ring in te preear2     ,ah's flay'd 'at
 sum 'll hear't i' hell                 
,upbreead 'em theer4      ,they'll sit  
or lig upon ther deead1     ,an' tawk   
aboot all kinds o' treead1     ,an'     
laff1 an' lee1 quite undismay'd1        
,till they've rung in2     ,sike fooaks 
te t' warld thay're owther wed1         
,or neear akin4      ,sum sez ther      
priest's a stumlin block1     ,he nivver
 leeads 'em on te t' rock1     ,like    
thooase 'at mends a threead-bare frock  
,wi' a new piece1     ,he cares bud     
lahtle for his flock1                   
,if he gets t'fleece4      ,bud oors1 he
 is a ,christian breeght1     ,he       
preeaches ,christ wiv all his meeght1   
,fills each beleeaver wiv deleeght1     
',at gangs te heear him2     ,an'       

therefoore ov his people's bleead       
,the truth 'll clear him4      ,ah'v    
heeard him tell 'em pat an' plain1      
',at they mun all be boorn again1       
,or suffer ivverlastin pain1            
,i' t'warld te cum2     ,bud if they'll 
flee te ,christ i' time1                
,for all ther's rum4      ,i'th' pulpit 
or i' conversation1     ,he's awlus on  
for t'sowl's salvation1     ,wi' kind   
reproof or exhoortation4                
,or coonsel sweet2     ,an' thooase 'at 
follows his persuasion1                 
,they'll be reeght4      ,ther's sum 'at
 sez1 bud they're misteean1     ,when   
they're babtized they're boorne ageean2 
,just heer they miss t' fundation       
steean1                   ,an' beelds   
o't' sand2     ,an' they've neea dreead1
 till t'hoose is doon                   
,bud it 'll stand4      ,ah's flay'd1   
sez he1 ift' truth wur knawn1           
,ther's monny a precious soul           
o'erthrawn1     ,for that gud seed 'at  
he hez sawn                   ,wi'oot   

effect2     ,bud bleeam for ivver is    
ther awn1                   ,thruff sad 
neglect4      ,ah'v seen yoong men1 an' 
women too1     ,an' men wi' hair all off
 ther broo1     ,afoore he's reead his  
lesson throo1                   ',s     
beean fast asleep2     ,whahl others 'at
 far better knew                   ',s  
beean seen te weep4      ,they'll rock  
an' riggle like a ship1     ,till sum   
kind frind gies them a nip1     ,or     
wakken'd up wi' t'saxton's whip1        
,or others' coughing2     ,then1 mebby1 
when they've rubb'd their een1          
,they'll start a laffin4      ,sum's    
liv'd te three or fower skoor1     ,an' 
lang time heer's had rulin pow'r1       
,they've woorn deep tracks across 'at   
moor1                   ,wi' constant   
gangin2     ,bud still1 all t'whahl1 for
 this warld's loore1                    
,ther heearts wur langin4      ,thersels
 they've nivver fairly seen1            
,they've nivver knawn ther sins         
forgeean1     ,tho' monny a time ther   

prayers hev beean                   ,as 
lood as t'clark2     ,and thof they've  
hed twea pair of een1                   
,they've deed i't' dark4      ,ther's   
sum 'at neeame o' ,christian beears1    
,an's hed that neeame for monny yeears1 
',at's berreed ow'r t'heead an' t'eears1
                   ,i' warldly care2    
,an' oft at kirk1 we've cause te feear1 
,they market theer4      ,ah wur at a   
sarten hoose yah day1     ,an' t'awd man
 tiv his son did say1     ,if all be    
weel1 thoo mun away1                    
,te moorn te t' kirk1     ,an' try te   
git oor wreeghts next week1             
,te cum te woark4      ,an' ,tommy1 he's
 i' sike a tackin1     ',at cooat 'll   
spoil for want o' mackin1     ,if t'    
tailor's theer1 thoo mun be at him1     
,te cum an' all2     ,that's weel       
contrav'd1 an' then yah thrang1         
',ll deea for all4      ,thoo needn't   
stop te gang roond t' farm1     ,bud mun
 be theer i' reeght gud taame1     ,or  
mebby1 if thoo dizzen't maand1          

,thoo'll loss thy chance2     ,ther's   
sumtaames three or fower at him1        
,all at yance4      ,it's ower far te   
gang a-feeat1     ,an' if 't be warm    
thoo's seer te sweeat1     ,thee        
,moother1 she'll deea nowght bud freeat1
                   ,seea tak awd        
,dragon2     ,an' tell him he mun cum   
next week4                   ,an' mend  
oor waggon4      ,then if ye chance i't'
 coorse o't' weeak1     ,o't' ,sunday's 
subject for te speeak1     ,you'll finnd
 awd memory seea weeak1                 
,it's all forgitten2     ,thus wounded  
sowls 'at's beean hawf heeal'd          
,t'awd sarpent's bitten4      ,that     
skull 'at's moolded green an' gray1     
,t'awd saxton dug up t'other day1       
,knaws varry neear as mitch as thay     
,o't' ,sunday's sarmon2     ,yoo may as 
weel o't' subject tawk                  
,te sum awd ,jarman4      ,that poor awd
 man's noo deead an' geean1     ,tis    
hard te say what way he's teean1        
',at used te stand ageean t'funt steean1

                   ,te tack fooaks      
watches2     ,whahl careless lads i't'  
singin pew                   ,wur cuttin
 natches4      ,an' seea for want o'    
cultivation1     ,they shuffle on       
withoot salvation1     ,a vast1 ,ah's   
flay'd1 's o' this perswasion1          
,beeath yoong an' awd2     ,te be       
forgeean they ha' neea nooation1        
,till deead an' cawd4      ,bud they'll 
finnd oot afoore't be lang1     ',at    
they've all t' taame beean sadly wrang1 
,ther wills may then be ower strang1    
,te breeak or bend2     ,an' noo they   
say they're ower thrang1                
,they can't attend4      ,i' summer     
taame they'll leeave t'awd nest1        
,an' driss up i' ther varry best1       
,an' gallop off alang wi' t'rest1       
,te t' fair or reeaces2     ,a vast gits
 what they nivver kest                  
,at sike like pleeaces4      ,ther's sum
 gets theer wi' wooden legs on1     ,an'
 monny poor awd men wi' wigs on1        
,just sarvs t'yoong fooaks te run ther  

rigs on1                   ,a fine      
example1     ,whahl doon i't' dust ther 
poor awd lims                           
,sumtaames they trample4      ,ther's   
sum can nowther sit nor lig1     ,aboot 
t'election they're seea big1     ,they  
say they're ,britons1 rump an' rig1     
,bud whea can trist 'em1     ,when1 frev
 a ,toory tiv a ,whig1                  
,a glass 'll twist 'em8      ,ther's    
others rayther shoat o' seeght1         
,fort' seeak o' twea'r three sovrens    
breeght1     ,gies in ther vooat1 an'   
thinks it reeght1                   ,te 
t' ,roman stranger2     ,then others    
pleeaster up i't' street1               
,the ,church in danger6      ,an' seea  
they yan prevent another1     ,wi'      
drinking1 politics1 an' bother1         
,thof t' best ov all can't seeave his   
bruther1                   ,nor ransom  
him2     ,that spark 'at's left they try
 te smuther1                   ,wi'     
stratigem4      ,as for thooase         
,methodeys1 they say1     ,they mack    

seea varry mitch te deea1     ,ther's   
sum wad deea nowght else bud pray       
,an' reead1 an' preeach1     ,till they 
git all meead ,methodeys1               
,within ther reeach4      ,bud ther wur 
neean o' this amaze1     ,i' neean ov   
oor foore elder's days1     ,thof ther  
gud deeds an' honest prayers1           
,an' pious reeadins1     ,hez beean1    
neea doot1 as gud as theers1            
,wiv all ther meetins4      ,te see 'em 
doon o' beeath ther knees1     ,i' kirk1
 or field1 or under trees1     ,wi'     
brokken hearts an' teearful ees1        
,wur quite uncommon2     ,an' if they   
hevn't deed i' t' faith1                
,then what's cum'd on 'em4      ,te     
preeach 'em all geean doon te hell1     
,it is a dreeadful teeal te tell1       
,an' we mun wiv oor kindred dwell1      
,seea we1 like them1     ,will on life's
 ooacean tak oor chance1                
,an' sink or swim4      ,they mack sike 
wark amang yoong fooaks1     ,they      
breeak up all oor jovial spooarts1      

,they thin oor ranks1 an' storm oor     
pooarts                   ,wi' strange  
confusion2     ,ther's nowght bud we mun
 cry't all doon1                   ,a   
mere delusion4      ,bud us 'at seldum  
hev attended1     ,they deeant git us   
seea eeasy mended1     ,an awd stiff    
yack 's nut eeasy bended1               
,that's varry true2     ,bud thooase 'at
 winnut bend yoo see1                   
,mun breeak i' noo4      ,they trifle on
 fra' yeear te yeear1     ,like watches 
woorn oot ov repair1     ,thof if they  
wad1 its varry cleear1                  
,they mud be mended2     ,bud they      
perceeave neea danger neear1            
,till life is ended4      ,awd ,satan   
seea pollutes the maund1     ,they      
winnut stooap te t' means desaun'd4     
,till t' hair spring gits wi't          
mainspring twain'd1                     
,an seea hard curl'd1     ,they're      
foorc'd away te git refined             
,i' t'other warld4      ,he leeads sum  
on like mountebanks1     ,as straight as

 thof they ran on planks1     ,an' tells
 'em1 i' ther jovial pranks1            
,he'll nut deceeave 'em2--     ,then oft
 on ,jordan's stormy banks1             
,ther cumforts leeave 'em4      ,he     
leeads sum on another way1     ,an'     
whispers tiv 'em neeght an' day1        
',at they need nowther reead nor pray1  
,they've deean nowght wrang2     ,an' if
 they hev1 he'll set it reeght1         
,afoore 't be lang1      ,ther's others 
oft beean in alarm1     ,bud ,felix     
like1 when t'heart wur warm1     ,hez   
sed1 ,go1 an' sum other taame1          
,ah'll send for thee2     ,when they    
that taame1 they didden't knaw          
,mud ivver see4      ,they rob thersels 
o' ther awn reeght1     ,they reeally   
winnut cum te t' leeght1     ,lest o'   
ther sins they git a seeght1            
,an' sud be seeav'd2     ,an' be ov all 
ther plissures sweet1                   
,at yance bereeav'd4      ,till deep    
sunk doon i' t' burning leeake     ,they
 then begin te feear an' queeake1       

,where vengeance can neea pity teeake1  
,which theer hez sent 'em1     ,an'     
furious feeinds i' horrid sheeape1      
,mun theer torment 'em4      ,they leeak
 for sum yan te deliver1     ,bud theer 
they'll finnd neea cumfort nivver1      
,theer they may weeap an' wail for      
ivver1                   ,ther harvest's
 past2     ,ther summer's ended1 refuge 
fails 'em1                   ,an'       
they're lost4      ,ther dreeadful doom 
an' destiny1     ,let us git all we can 
te flee1     ,by preeachin ,christ      
where'er we be1                   ,i'   
deead an' word1     ,till all oor frinds
 ther folly see1                   ,an' 
ton te ,god4      ,ah beean i' t' way   
noo seeaven yeear1     ,an' as he spak1 
a briny teear     ,ran doon his cheeks  
as crystal cleear1                      
,fra' owther ee2     ,thenk ,god1 ,ah   
feeal whahl ,ah sit heer1               
',tis weel wi' me4      ,bud neeght is  
cummin on ameean1     ,an't leeaks as if
 'twur boon te reean1     ,or else mah  

stoory's nut hawf deean1                
',at ,ah'v te tell2     ,bud mebby we   
may meeat ageean1                       
,till then1 farewell6      ,tho' he hed 
all thooase sorrows booarn1             
,compozur in each feeature shooan1      
,thof he'd te woark and live alooan1    
,fra' day te day2     ,ah wish'd his    
keease hed been mah awn1                
,an' com away4     ,,awd ,,isaac4       
7,,part ,,second47  ,,to ,,which ,,is   
,,added1  ,,his ,,dying ,,advice4       
,oft hev ,ah lang'd yon hill te clim1   
,te hev a bit mare prooase wi' him1     
,wheas coonsel like a pleeasin dreeam1  
,is deear te me2     ,sin' roond the    
warld sike men as he                    
,seea few ther be4      ,corrupted bukes
 he did detest1     ,for his wur ov the 
varry best2     ,this meead him wiser   
than the rest                   ,o' t'  
neeaburs roond1     ,tho' poor i' t'    
purse1 wi' senses blest1                
,an' judgment soond4      ,befoore the  
silvery neeght ov age1     ,the precepts

 ov the sacred page1     ,his meditation
 did engage1                   ,that    
race te run2     ,like thooase1 who     
'spite o' ,satan's rage1                
,the praaze hed won4      ,bud noo his  
een's geean dim i' deeath1     ,neea    
mare a pilgrim here on eearth1     ,his 
sowl flits fra' her shell beneeath1     
,te reealms o' day1     ,whoor carpin   
care1 an' pain1 an' deeath1             
,are deean away4      ,wi'oot the       
author's neeame or leeave1     ,they'd  
put his stoory thruff the sieve1        
,an' roond his circuit set the screeve  
,o' justice keen1     ,fra' crotchet    
cramp1 or semibreeve1                   
,te sift him cleean4      ,the charge   
'at they ageenst him bring1--     ,he   
harps teea mitch upon yah string1       
,or triumphs like a lahtle king1        
,ow'r fashions gay2     ,he's ower      
religious6--,that's the thing           
,they meean te say4      ,yet still ,awd
 ,isaac tells his teeal1     ,ower monny
 a weeary hill an' deeal1     ,an' 'll  

sumtaames into cities steeal1           
,nor silent be2     ,till infants try te
 lisp his theeame                       
,across the sea4      ,oor last1 an'    
lasting interview1     ,his wonted      
theeame he did renew1     ,fra' which1 a
 paraphrase he drew1                    
,an' thus began1     ,i' conversation   
clear1 an' frindship true1              
,like man te man4      ,ah lahtle       
thowght1 as weel thoo knaws1     ,thoo  
te t' public wad expooase1     ,mah awd 
gray cooat1 wi' all its flaws1          
,an' stick an' all1     ,for want o'    
which1 the aged prood                   
,seea offens fall4      ,ah varry       
leeatly gat a hint1     ,they'd put oor 
stoory into prent1     ,an' copies roond
 the coontry sent                       
,beeath left and reeght2     ,bud if    
'twur deean wi' gud intent1             
,gud luck gang wi' 't4      ,noo all ,ah
 sed wur meeant for gud1     ,if it wur 
reeghtly understud2     ,te sum neea    
doot1 t'language wud                    

,seeam quite abrupt2--     ,we're all   
alike1 ov flesh and bleead1             
,an' hearts corrupt4      ,fooaks oft   
leeaks mare at bleead an' breedin1      
,than at t'subject they are reeadin1    
,an' thus awd prejudice is feedin1      
,i' system's narrow1     ,for want o'   
pains te crack the beean                
,th'oft miss t'marrow4      ,men still  
i' spite ov all oor caution1     ',ll   
hanker efter heeigh promotion2     ,like
 ,evan's ,pills1 or ,rowland's ,lotion  
,saain'd by t',king2     ,we're seea    
inclin'd te self-devotion--             
,that's the thing46      ,t' ,naation   
still seeams discontent1     ,ther's    
strange debeeates i' parliament1        
,petitions on petitions sent            
,theer1 all implorin2     ,an' sum i'   
dungeons deep lament                    
,whahl they're snoorin4      ,still ower
 t'land t'clood hangs dull1     ,an' we 
may thrust1 an' they may pull2     ,wi' 
,eys an' ,nooas the paper's full1       
,wi' applause an' laughter3     ,an' all

 the gud for poor ,john ,bull           
',s te cum hereafter4      ,still let us
 calmly wait the end1     ,on ,god1 an' 
nut on man1 depend4     ,oor ,nation's  
woond is bad te mend1                   
,ommost incurable6     ,his ,israel he  
will still defend1                      
,wi' kindness durable4      ,bud numbers
 streeangely hev backslidden1     ,an'  
deean thooase things 'at wur forbidden1 
,an' caused ,his feeace for te be       
hidden1                   ,by actions   
fowl1     ,till scarce a ray ov whooap  
is left                   ,te cheer the 
sowl4      ,t'coonsel ,ah wad recommend 
,is all te strave ther lives te mend1   
,an' persevere unto the end             
,i' word an' deed4     ,an' thooase 'll 
nivver want a ,frind                    
,i' t' taame o' need4      ,bud ,ah mun 
cut mah stoory shoort1     ,or it may   
mack the critics spoort1     ,oor       
subject's ov too greeave a soort        
,te dwell upon4     ,afoore ye spreead  
yer next repoort1                   ,ah 

sal be geean4      ,for sin' we met an' 
pearted last1     ,ah finnd mah strenth 
decreeasing fast1     ,like floor's     
beneeath the ,nowthern blast1           
,yance fresh an' gay1     ,seea man is  
doom'd te droop an' waste1              
,an' fade away4      ,ah wad befoore ,ah
 tack mah leave1     ,te all1 mah deein 
coonsel give1     ,an' if i' the truth  
they deea beleeave                   ,or
 apprehend1     ,that truth1 whahl ,ah'v
 a day te live                   ,ah    
will defend4     ,,his ,,dying ,,advice4
       ,when ,eden's floory garden      
smiled1     ,nor ,eve the ,sarpent hed  
beguil'd1     ,man stood upreeght an'   
undefiled                   ,i' maand   
an' feeature1     ,an' sweetest         
conversation held                   ,wi'
 his ,creator4      ,bud when that awful
 monster sin     ,hed gain'd its ugly   
entrance in     ,the warld1 oor sorrows 
did begin2                   ,then      
,heaven froond1     ,an' t' glitt'ring  
swoord o' ,justice gleeam'd             

,on all aroond4      ,sin spreead       
destruction wide1 an' seean     ,grim   
deeath began his feearful reign2--      
,satan wi' lees an' malice keen         
,went teea an' fraw1     ,the frail1 the
 noble sons o' men                   ,te
 owerthraw4      ,bud the ,almighty sent
 his aid1     ,enoch an' ,abraham       
obey'd1     ,an' ,noah1 ,job1 an'       
,daniel pray'd1                   ,an'  
,gideon too2     ,an' mighty fooas throo
 mighty faith                   ,they   
did subdue4      ,then ancient ,israel's
 altar's blazed1     ,an' solemn        
congregations gazed1     ,an' ,holy men 
ther voices raaized1                    
,an' trumpets soonded4     ,then heathen
 armies stood amazed1                   
,an' wur confoonded4      ,then ,joshua 
congker'd i' the vale1     ,an' gud     
,elijah did prevail2--     ,the wicked  
worshippers o' ,baal                    
,he owerthrew1     ,an' showed te them  
the living ,god                   ,an'  
only true4      ,an' while the sacrifice

 was pure1     ,destruction com nut     
neegh ther door2     ,i' moont or tent  
they wur secure                   ,by   
neeght or day2     ,whahl thraving      
groups o' flocks an' herds1             
,aroond 'em lay4      ,they towght an'  
showed ther childer hoo     ,ther       
,fathers kept ther solemn voo1     ,when
 the ,almighty leead 'em throo          
,the desert land2     ,an' hoo thooase  
fell 'at wad nut boo                    
,te ,his command4      ,an' seea sud we 
oor childer teeach1     ,an' i' ther    
ears gud doctrine preeach1     ,befoore 
corrupt ideas reeach                    
,the tender maand2     ,an' when they up
 te manhood graw1                   ,the
 gud they'll finnd4      ,ey1 tell 'em  
whea the sarpent stung1     ,hoo ,moses 
an' hoo ,deborah sung1     ,an' hoo the 
,holy ,hebrews yoong                    
,did walk throo fire2     ,an' try te   
tune ther infant tongues                
,te ,david's lyre4      ,remind 'em ov a
 ,saviour's love1     ,leearn 'em the   

way ,god will approve1     ,te pray1 an'
 fix ther thowghts above                
,eearth's fleeting joys1     ,which at  
ther best1 when tried 'll proov1        
,bud empty toys4      ,consult the      
worthies ov' each age1     ,wheas lives 
are doon i't' sacred page1     ,nor rest
 till all the heart engage              
,like them i' feight4     ,then we like 
them oor hostile fooas1                 
,sal put te flight4      ,te us they as 
examples stand1     ,as guide-poosts in 
a weeary land1     ,or like seea monny  
beeacons grand1                   ,on   
mountains heeigh1     ,te shoo the way  
,jehovah's plann'd2                     
,or deeanger neeigh4      ,bud men graw 
noo seea warldly wise1     ,seea prooan 
te vanity an' lies1     ,t'best o'      
coonsel they'll despise1                
,seea queer they live1     ,they'll     
scarce a proper question ax1            
,or answer give4      ,mankind i'       
gen'ral can espy1     ,the mooat 'at's  
in anoother's eye1     ,an' big an' busy

 as ,paul ,pry1                   ',ll  
mark it doon2--     ,it helps fra' silly
 passers by                   ,te hide  
ther awn4      ,theer's numbers seeams  
o' t' better soort1     ,aroond oor     
chapels still resoort1     ,an' o'      
convarsion mack a spoort1               
,an' sins forgeean1     ,an' at the     
truly pious shoot1                      
,ther arrows keen4      ,bud the        
,almighty sees ther ways1     ,an' thof 
he lenthens oot ther days1     ,an' his 
just rath he noo delays1                
',tis seer te cum2     ,the stootest o' 
the human race1                   ,mun  
meet ther doom4      ,ey1 when ther     
jolly days are spent1     ,if they i'   
taame deea nut repent1     ,they'll     
seerly doon te hell be sent             
,te revell theer1     ,te curse1 an'    
fooam1 an' pay ther rint                
,i' black despair4      ,freeat nut     
thysel when thoo doast see     ,the     
wicked i' prosperity1     ,te floorish  
like a green bay tree1                  

,or cedar tall2     ,he like a leeaf1 by
 firm decree1                   ,mun    
feeade an' fall6      ,consider thoo    
what hez beean sed1     ,an' o' ther    
threeats be nut afraaid1     ,beware    
lest thoo sud be betray'd               
,by ther deceit2--     ,an' t',lord gie 
thee1 an' nut upbreead1                 
,his ,sperit's leeght6      ,the        
coontry's all anxiety1     ,te knaw ,awd
 ,isaac's pedigree1     ,an' sum cry oot
 'tis all a lee1                   ,a   
meead up thing2--     ,te sike we think 
it nut woth whahl1                      
,oor proofs te bring4      ,for all that
 wish te knaw--may read1     ,the sum   
an' substance ov his creed2--     ,may  
catch1 an' saw the lahtle seed          
,wi' greeat success4     ,bud whoor he  
liv'd1 or whoor he deed1                
',tis left te guess4     ,,dialogue ,,on
 ,a ,,steeple ,,chase  ,,at             
,p999999999999,,ng1 ,,in ,,yorkshire4   
,joe4--,weel ,jim1 hoo deea lad8 ,what's
 t' news8     ,which side is thoo on8   

,pinks or ,blues8     ,heer's sike a    
mighty stir i' t' nation1     ',tis woth
 a lahtle conversation4     ,ah want te 
knaw1 is't reeght or wrang2--           
,unless thah nerves is varry strang1    
,ah hev a paper i' mah pocket1     ',ll 
lift thah heart oot ov its socket6      
,jim4--,a paper ,joe6 ,what is 't aboot1
     ,sum munney matter1 ther's neea    
doot6     ,sum ,methodey or ,ranter     
bother1     ,or sum ,tee-total thing or 
other4     ,yan scarce can pass alang a 
street1     ,bud sum sike like yan's    
seer te meet1     ,whea'd ommost sweear 
'at black is white1     ,te gain        
anoother proselyte1  ,joe4--,a munney   
matter 'tis o' coorse1     ,fra' quite  
an opposition soorce1     ,for by the   
,liverpool ,recorder1     ',tis mare o' 
the ,succession order3     ,for it is   
sed by snug repoort1     ,religious     
fooaks hev geen 't support4     ,that   
which we noo te nooatice bring1         
,ist' ,steeple ,chase at                
,p999999999999ng4  ,jim4--,whah ,joe1   

thoo's neean o' t' warst o' fellows1    
,cum sit thee doon a piece an' tell us1 
,if thoo sud think it neea disgrace1    
,aboot this mighty ,steeple ,chase2     
,ov hoo1 an' when1 an' whoor they run1  
,for honour1 munney1 or for fun4        
,thoo's just geen me an itchin eear1    
,aboot the thing ,ah wish'd te heear4   
,joe4--,thoo sees upon a sarten day1    
,ah hennut seen1 but heeard 'em say2    
,greeat gentlemen hev hosses treean'd1  
,fra' lofty pedigree obteean'd1         
,seea full o' bleead1 an' queerly       
towght1     ,te gallop thruff or ower   
owght3     ,all muster at a sarten      
pleeace1     ,an' this they call the    
,steeple ,chase4     ,a purse o' ,gold  
they then present1     ,an' word is     
thruff the coontry sent1     ,for fower 
mahle1 ,ah think they run1     ,an' he  
'at beeats1--the steeaks his awn4       
,sum breeaks ther necks1 wi' missin     
bridges1     ,an' sum gits stuck1 wi'   
jumpin hedges4     ,ey1 te confarm t'   
truth ,ah sing1     ,they kill'd a hoss 

at ,p999999999999ng4  ,jim4--,wha ,joe1 
thoo quite supprises me1     ,te think  
'at men ov heeigh degree1     ,sud      
reeally hev neea mare respect     ,for  
owther men's or hosses necks4  ,joe4--,a
 boss is nowght i' sike a keease6       
,bairn6 sowls is nowght at t' ,steeple  
,chase6     ,they for a trifle swap an' 
sell 'em1     ,an' t' parsons hezzen't  
sense te tell 'em4     ,t' ,steeple     
,chase is suted quite1     ,te glut t'  
carnal appetite4     ,thooase whea ther 
,baable love1 an' preear1     ',ll finnd
 bud bareish picking theer4             
,jim4--,maund ,joe1 thoo izzen't ower   
severe1     ,an' 'at thah coonsel be    
sincere4     ,the ,law hez monny curious
 links1     ,man mooan't speeak awlus as
 he thinks4     ,thof ,ah me-sel feel   
shock'd te think1     ,men sud seea rush
 on ruin's brink3     ,mitch mare te be 
encouraged in1     ,what mun be a       
presumptuous sin4  ,joe4--,the mare ,ah 
see this standard reeas'd1     ,the mare
 an' mare ,ah stand ameeaz'd     ,te    

think 'at parsons cannut see't1     ,an'
 tell 'em pleean it izzen't reeght6     
',at men sike tidings sud procleeam1    
,an' thooase 'at beear t',christian     
neeame     ,i' spite ov all divine      
advice1     ,te sanction sike a sweepin 
vice4  ,jim4--,whativver be             
t'satisfaction1     ,it hez a woonderful
 attraction2     ,an' macks 'em freely  
use ther shanks1     ',specially them o'
 t' heeigher ranks1     ,fra' ,scarbro'1
 ,malton1 ,york1 an' ,leeds1     ,they  
cum on lofty mounted steeds1     ,ower  
dazzlin ommost te behold1     ,wi'      
silver'd whips1 an' cheeans o' gold4    
,theer's bands o' music1 colours flying1
     ,hams1 an' legs o' mutton frying1  
,nimble waiters on the wing1     ,te see
 'em drink1 an' hear 'em sing1          
,ther's gamlin teeables1 orange stalls1 
,ther's spices1 nuts1 an' dancin dolls4 
,all things te sute the carnal taste1   
,may just be foond at t' ,steeple       
,chase4  ,joe4--,thooase men hes gitten 
't i' ther power     ,regardless o' the 

sufferin poor1     ,te gallop ower hedge
 an' dyke1     ,an' deea an' say1 just  
what they like4     ,an' all the while  
they run these rigs1     ,an' sing1 an' 
drink1 an' dance ther jigs1     ,they'll
 booast o' noble ancestry1     ,an'     
mighty steeple pedigree6     ,if onny   
wish the cause te knaw1     ,whah they  
are able te deea seea1--     ',tis      
munney macks the meer te gang1          
,macks wrang seeam reeght1 an' reeght   
seeam wrang4  ,jim4--,the thing sud be  
te them meead knawn1     ,ther gold an' 
silver's nut ther awn4     ,ther cattle 
they abuse an' kill1     ,belangs to    
t',lord o' ,zion's hill4     ,they sud  
be warn'd i' ivvery pleeace1     ,te gie
 up sike like wicked ways4     ,or seer 
as theer's a ,god aboon1     ,they'll   
pull ther awn destruction doon4         
,joe4--,they hev been warn'd an' hev    
refus'd1     ,whahl thooase gud things  
they hev abus'd2     ,by which abuse    
they breeak ,god's ,law1     ,an' that  
he'll sum day let 'em knaw4     ,this   

maks 'em breeathe pernicious breeath1   
,an' swagger on the verge o' deeath1    
,whahl oothers--rayther than control1   
',ll breeak ther necks1 an' loss ther   
sowl4  ,jim4--,a man tell'd me by way o'
 jooak1     ,bud kind o' trimmel'd as he
 spooak1     ,they'd ,doctors pleeaced  
wi'in a shoot1     ,te slip necks in1   
'at gat slipt oot4,a  ,joe4--,it's awful
 booastin this indeed1--     ,bad sample
 o' beeath fruit an' seed4     ,sike may
 upbraad the warld wi' sizm1     ,it is 
next deer te ,socialism4     ,sike      
booastin they will sum day rue1     ,if 
we admit the ,baable true4     ,all     
thooase mun pass a mighty change1       
,afoore the happy hills they range6--   
,bud tiv oor teeal let us ton back1     
,lest we get farther fra' oor track4    
,the day arrives1 the smiling sun1      
,procleeams the ,steeple ,chase begun4  
,on eeager eears the tumult steeals1    
,ov prancin steeds1 an' rumblin wheels4 
,it wur a day ov winks an' nods1     ,ov
 lofty deeds1 an' lofty wods4     ,as   

thof they hed for ther defence6     ,the
 thunner ov ,omnipotence6     ,t' fooaks
 com rowlin in by skoors1     ,fra'     
neeab'rin toons1 an' off o' t' moors4   
,like cloods ov locusts in they hale1   
,fra' ,goadland1 ,sleights1 an' ,harwood
 ,dale4     ',tis seerly sum enchanted  
string1     ,that does sike croods      
tegither bring4     ,like bees1 they    
roond the steeple swarm1     ,in it they
 likely see neea harm4  ,jim4--,neea    
harm6 ,what harm1 ,joe1 can there be1   
,i' seeing sike a rarity3--     ,ov men 
an' hosses heeighly fed1     ,wi'       
priests an' squires at ther head2       
,ov gentlemen1 an' ladies gay1     ,as  
bonny as the floors i' ,may4     ,theer 
riches1 yooth1 an' beauty shine1        
,array'd i' silk1 an' superfine4        
,an' farmers' maidens1 yoong an' fair1  
,we wonder hoo they've taame te spare2  
,wi' lads ov manners rough an' rude1    
,all mixing i' yah multitude4     ,an'  
poor awd men1 'at scarce can blaw1      
,wi' beards an' whiskers white as snaw2 

,sad sample ov oor fallen race1     ,all
 rollin up to t' ,steeple ,chase4       
,an' farmers' sarvants leeave ther      
pleugh1     ,callin ther maister black  
an' blue1     ,whea for ther credit an' 
ther neeame1     ,hed coonsel'd them te 
stay at heeame4     ,ah met 'em as ,ah  
com alang1     7,they wonder'd whah ,ah 
waddn't gang17     ,wi' roosy cheeks1   
an' shoothers brooad1     ,bettin       
weagers up o' t' rooad4     ,ther leeaks
 an' words at yance declare1     ,ther  
treasure an' ther hearts are theer4     
,if yah contrary sentence drop1         
,that mooth they quickly try te stop4   
,when roond the splendid stand they     
meet1     ',twad deea a blinnd man gud  
te see't2     ,besaads the men's seea   
faanly drist6     ,the ,steeple         
,chase1--whah whea wad miss't8          
,joe4--,fra' furst te last it is        
desaun'd1     ,te pleease an' fascinate 
the maand2     ,te lift it1 as on       
eagle's wings1     ,an' draave off      
thowghts o' better things4     ,the     

stewards full o' wardly wit1            
,pronoonce 'at all things noo are fit1  
,when thoosands then roll up te see1    
,as drawn by ,steeple witchery4         
,fra' whence they cum1 or whoor they    
dwell1     ,if yoo've a paper it 'll    
tell4     ,ye ken the horses whea's they
 are1     ,by t' colours 'at ther riders
 wear4     ,thus whether i' the rooad or
 noa1     ,wi' whip an' spur away they  
goa2     ,ower hedge an' dyke1--there's 
nowght can stop 'em1     ,unless an     
angry ,god unprop em4     ,thus riding  
ower grass1 or coorn     ',ats          
growin1--or 'ats leeatly sown1          
,there's neean dare lift a hand1 or say1
     ,what hev ye deean1 or whea's te   
pay1     ,whahl oaths profane1 an'      
lafter lood1     ,are utter'd by the    
gaping crood2--     ,by some whea yance 
religion luv'd1     ,not only           
sanction'd1 bud appruv'd6     ,if ivv'ry
 ward an' secret thowght1     ,mun be   
yan day te judgment browght1     ,oh1   
how unlike sike wark as this1     ,is   

that which leads te glorious bliss6     
,te see 'em thus seea blithe an' merry1 
,wur famous pastaame for ,awd ,harry4   
,if owght te him cud be delighting1     
',twad be to see 'em drunk an'          
feighting4     ,he popt aboot amang t'  
people1     ,at last he popt up on to't 
steeple1     ,open'd a pair ov dismal   
jaws1     ,flapt his black wings1 an'   
yawn'd applause3     ,like sum prood    
,emperor ov awd1     ,upon the wether   
cock he rode1     ',whoor he mud all at 
yance survey1     ,the grand proceedings
 ov the day4     ,a flagstaff for a whip
 he seized1     ,an' spurr'd the spire  
he wur seea pleeased1     ,te think it  
sud his cause defend1     ,an' that his 
bait hed answer'd t'end4  ,jim4--,tis   
not for thee te criticise1     ,on men  
seea greeat1 seea rich1 seea wise1      
,they aim1 neea doot1 as weel as thee1  
,te gang te heeaven when they dee4      
,what thof ther munney be bud lent1     
,thoo knaws 'at munney mun be spent4    
,besaads they hev example too1--     ,if

 t' parson's theer--,what's that te     
thoo8  ,joe4--,if thooase sud miss ther 
passage heeame1     ,a careless         
priesthood they may bleeame4     ,blinnd
 guides they are1 an' t',kirk's ther    
moother1     ,an' they wean't gang te   
hear neea other4     ,we ,christians run
 a diff'rent race1     ,te what we call 
the ,steeple ,chase4     ,besaads we    
finnd i' ,holy writ1     ,ther's neean  
cums theer 'at are nut fit4             
,jim4--,thoo meeans te proove by        
argument1     ,thooase 'at cums theer   
mun first repent1     ,an' be throo     
,jesus ,christ forgiven1     ,afoore    
they're i' the rooad te heaven4         
,neea carnal plissure they mun share1   
,bud live a life ov faith an' prayer4   
,if thooase alone hev saving grace1     
,doon gangs at yance the ,steeple       
,chase4  ,joe4--,seea legions fell fra' 
leeght te dark1     ,seea ,dagon fell   
afoore the ark1     ,seea ,god prood    
,pharaoh owerthrew1     ,wi' ,sisera1   
an' ,goliath too4     ,seea fell the    

lords i' sad supprise1     ,wheas hands 
hed put out ,samson's eyes4     ,thooase
 mighty men wur turn'd te dust1     ,an'
 seean the ,steeple ,chasers must4      
,jim4--,whah1 ,joe1 it caps me fair te  
ken1     ,hoo thooase heeigh flying     
gentlemen1     ,can fra' ther chasing   
gang te t' kirk1     ,an' join i't'     
blessed ,sunday's wooark1     ,singing  
wi' all ther might an' main1     ,this  
heaven inspir'd1 this holy strain1      
,let all thy converse be sincere1       
,thy conscience as the noon-day clear1  
,for ,god's all seeing eye surveys      
,thy secret thoughts1 thy works and     
ways2--     ,an' then fra' t' kirk te t'
 ,steeple ,chase1     ,an' set at nowght
 ,god's luv an' grace1     ,call        
t'dissenters1 an' shoot thruff t'nation1
     ,for ,apostolical succession6      
,joe4--,te bring oor converse te a      
close1     ,oor only aim is te expose1  
,the thing ,almighty ,god doth hate1--  
,nut te provoke unkind debate4     ,the 
day's nut far 'at will reveal     ,the  

truth1 an' fix the final seal4     ,sum 
may when its teea late te rue1          
,finnd what they hoped wur false--is    
true          ,consarning everlasting   
woe6                      ,,footnotes3  
,a ,it was a saying of one of the       
,riders1 that he carried two or three   
loose necks in his pocket1 in case      
anything happened to his own4     ,,the 
,,lucky ,,dreeam1 ,,or ,,an ,,awd       
,,thing ,,renewed4       ,yah ,kesenmas 
neeght1 or then aboot1     ,when        
meeasons all wur frozen oot1     ,ah    
went te see a coontry frind1     ,an    
hospitable hoor te spend4     ,for gains
 ,ah cut across at moor1     ,whoor     
t'snaw seea furiously did stour3--      
,the hoose ,ah geean'd1 an' enter'd in1 
,an' wor as welcome as a king4     ,the 
stoorm ageean t'winder patter'd1        
,an' hailsteeans doon t'chimler         
clatter'd1     ,all hands wur in1 an'   
seeam'd content1     ,an' neean did     
frost or snaw lament4     ,t'lasses all 
wur at ther sowing1     ,ther cheeks wi'

 health an' beauty glowing4     ,aroond 
the heearth in cheerful chat     ,twea'r
 three frindly neeaburs sat2     ,ther  
travels telling1--whoor they'd been1    
,an' what they hed beeath heeard an'    
seen2     ,till yan us all did mitch    
amuse1     ,an' thus a stoory introduce4
     ,ah recollect lang sin1 sez he1    
,a stoory that wur tell'd te me1        
',at seeams seea straange i' this oor   
day1     ,that true or false ,ah cannut 
say4     ,a man liv'd in this           
neybourheead1     ,neea doot ov         
reputation gud1     ,an' lang taame     
strave w' stiddy care1     ,te keep his 
hooshod i' repair4     ,at length he hed
 a curious dreeam1     ,for three       
neeghts runnin 'twur the seeam2     ',at
 if on ,lunnon ,brigg he stood1         
,he'd heear sum news wad deea him gud4  
,he labour'd hard1 beeath neeght an'    
day1     ,tryin te draave thooase       
thowghts away1     ,yet daily grew mare 
discontent1     ,till he at last te     
,lunnon went6     ,being quite a        

stranger te that toon1     ,lang taame  
he wander'd up an' doon1     ,till led  
by sum mysterious hand1     ,on ,lunnon 
,brigg he teeak his stand2     ,an'     
theer he waited day by day1     ,an'    
just wur boon te cum away1     ,seea    
mitch he thowght he wur te bleeam1      
,te gang seea far aboot a dreeam1       
,when thus a man1 as he drew neear1     
,did say1 ,good friend1 what seek you   
here1     ,where ,i have seen you soon  
and late8     ,his dreeam te him he did 
relate4     ,dreams1 sez the man1 are   
empty things1     ,mere thoughts that   
flit on silver'd wings2     ,unheeded we
 should let them pass3--     ,i've had a
 dream1 and thus it was1     ,that      
somewhere round this peopled ball1      
,there's such a place as ,lealholm      
,hall2     ,yet whether such a place    
there be1     ,or not1 is all unknown to
 me4     ,there in a cellar1 dark and   
deep1     ,where slimy creatures nightly
 creep1     ,and human footsteps never  
tread1     ,there is a store of treasure

 hid4     ,if it be so1 ,i have no      
doubt1     ,some lucky wight will find  
it out3     ,yet so or not1 is nought to
 me1     ,for ,i shall ne'er go there to
 see6     ,the man did slyly twice or   
thrice1     ,the cockney thenk for his  
advice1     ,then heeame ageean wi'oot  
delay1     ,he cheerfully did tak his   
way1     ,an' set aboot the wark1 an'   
sped1     ,fund ivv'ry thing1 as t' man 
hed sed1     ,wur ivver efter seen te   
floorish1     ,t'finest gentleman i' all
 the parish4     ,fooaks wonder'd sare1 
an' weel they meeght1     ,whoor he gat 
all his ginnes breeght6     ,if it wur  
true1 in spite ov feeame1     ,te him it
 wor a lucky dreeam4     ,a ,,strange   
,,effusion1  ,,or  ,,wesleyanism ,,at   
,,easby1  ,,in ,,the ,,stokesley        
,,circuit3       ,written when the      
,methodists were deprived of the place  
of      worship in which they had been  
accustomed to meet4       ,they're      
wakken'd at ,easby1 the ,lord is amang  
'em1     ,thof turn'd oot o' t' temple  

'at used te belang 'em1     ,anoother we
 whooap afoore lang 'll be beelt1       
,whoor sinners thruff ,christ may hev   
pardon for guilt4     ,t' ,lord seems te
 oppen a way out afoore 'em1     ,thof  
neybourin lions hev aim'd te devoor 'em4
     ,when t'awd maister mariner fail'd 
at the helm1     ,they thowght it wad   
all the consarn owerwhelm2     ,an' when
 they appear'd ov all succour bereft1   
,they endeeavour'd te freeghten t' few  
'at wur left4     ,bud the ,lord wur    
detarmin'd te be ther protection1       
,te send 'em suppoort1 an' gie 'em      
direction2     ,if nobbut1 like monny1  
they wadden't betray him1     ,bud stick
 te that text1 beeath te luv an' obey   
him4       ,they can't be content wi'   
ther steeple opinions1     ,bud they mun
 mack inrooads on others' dominions2    
,thof theers be in gen'ral the fat an'  
the wealthy1     ,for t'want of gud     
physic1 they seldom are healthy4        
,hoo strange 'at they sud sike fair     
temples erect1     ,te murder the sowls 

in--they're swoorn te protect6     ,bud 
stranger they'll finnd it o' yon side   
the fleead1     ,wi' ther hands an' ther
 garments all stain'd i' ther bleead6   
,we needn't te wonder they mack sike a  
fuss1     ,ther craft is i' danger fra' 
rebels like us3--     ,for ,god can mack
 preeachers--hoo feearful the thowght-- 
,fra' cobblers1 or meeasons1 or         
blacksmiths1 or owght6     ,o yes6 ,dr4 
,pusey may whet his awd grinders1       
,an' put on his captives ther fetters   
an' blinders2     ,ther's poor men iv   
,easby 'at ken his awd sang1     ,an'   
see the defect ov beeath him an' his    
gang4     ,he may scare 'em wi' taxes1  
wi' rates1 an' oppression1     ,all     
thooase whea are oot o' the line o'     
succession1     ,thof te prove 'at he's 
in't1 he's a varry poor chance1         
,unless he unite wi' the ,romans at     
yance4     ,then t' ,romans wad help    
him1 an' think it all reeght1     ,te   
murder ,dissenters1 an' put oot ther    
leeght2     ,te cut 'em i' pieces1 te   

butcher an' bon 'em1     ,bud till      
that's the keease they cannut owerton   
'em6     ,nur ,stowsley1 nur ,yatton1   
ther frinds will invite1     ,nur       
,skelton1 nur ,brotton1 ther efforts    
unite2     ,they'll finnd te ther       
mortification an' pain1     ,they hev   
fowght wi' t' wind1 an' hev labour'd i' 
vain6     ,,lealholm ,,bridge4  ,a      
,,soliloquy ,,during ,a ,,visit1 ,,after
 ,,some ,,years' ,,absence4       ,ah1  
lovely ,lealholm6 ,where shall ,i begin1
     ,to say what thou art now1 and once
 hast been8     ,once the dear seat of  
all my earthly joys1     ,that now1 in  
recollection only1 rise6                
,methinks1 where'er ,i look no life     
appears1     ,but all the place a       
cheerless aspect wears2     ,thy groves 
are desolate1 thy swains are fled1      
,and many of them number'd with the     
dead2     ,religion 's cold1 the poor   
are sore oppress'd1     ,thy orphans    
weep1 and widows are distress'd4     ,o 
let us pray their griefs may shortly    

end1     ,and ,god1 their ,father1 still
 may prove their friend4       ,this    
ancient ,bridge some faint idea brings1 
,where still the swallow comes and dips 
her wings2     ,the murmuring river1 and
 the rumbling mill1     ,bear some      
resemblance to poor ,lealholm still2    
,yon silent whirlpool beautifies the    
scene1     ,where shades of trees are in
 its deepness seen1     ,where leaping  
fishes on the surface play1     ,and    
gladly seems to close1 the summer's day2
     ,the broken waters from yon glen   
resound1     ,their constant rippling 's
 heard the village round2     ,yon      
burden'd iron pinion loudly shrieks1    
,while tears of oil hang on his rusty   
cheeks2     ,the greedy race1 the water 
still supplies1     ,the lofty wheel's  
broad shelves successive rise2     ,the 
thund'ring engine doth her hands employ1
     ,and ,hunter's place is fill'd by  
,william ,joy2     ,the floating bubble 
swims upon the wave1     ,while ,ord,b  
lies mould'ring in the silent grave2    

,behind yon hill the sun escapes from   
sight1     ,and yields his empire to the
 shades of night4       ,alas6 ,poor    
,lealholm once in glory shone1     ,but 
now1 she like a widow1 sits alone6      
,once from yon town the people flock'd  
like bees1     ,to taste the sweetness  
of the country breeze2     ,pedestrians 
joyful1 here and there were seen1       
,while shays and whiskeys deck'd her    
level green2     ,the banks of ,esk1    
were crowded all along1     ,either with
 ,anglers1 or with lookers on4          
,the full ,moon1,c then did through her 
valleys shine1     ,so bright1 some     
thought she never would decline2        
,year after year she in her sphere did  
move1     ,and all seem'd animation1    
life1 and love3     ,but now1 in mists  
and gloom she disappears1               
,eclips'd--her light no longer ,lealholm
 cheers6     ,pluck'd from her orb1 her 
borrow'd lustre's fled1     ,and in the 
silent tomb1 she rests her head4        
,in distant lands my father's lot was   

cast1     ,and we were left to feel the 
bitter blast4     ,death's fatal hand   
its victim did arrest1     ,and tore him
 from the darlings of his breast4       
,i1 by a mother's care1 when young was  
led1     ,down by the river to yon      
primrose bed1     ,where birds so       
sweetly sung the trees among1     ,i    
thought those days were happy1 bright1  
and long4     ,oft ,i1 a boy1 with      
others of my age1     ,did eager here in
 youthful sports engage4     ,oft in yon
 wood we rov'd when life was new1       
,the rocks1 and trees and rugged caves  
to view2     ,where woodbines wild1 with
 sweets perfum'd the air1     ,and all  
seem'd joyous1 beautiful1 and fair4     
,alas6 where's now the grove8 ,the trees
 are gone6     ,and many the wide ocean 
are upon3     ,a few remaining springers
 yet survive1     ,and keep their       
owner's name and place alive6     ,just 
so it is with us1 could we but see1     
,our fathers who are in eternity6       
,their offspring live1 but they're for  

ever gone1     ,their portion's fixed1  
no more will they return6     ,may we be
 wise1 and lessons learn afresh1     ,to
 trust no longer in an arm of flesh6--  
,begin to seek1 and rest not till we    
find     ,the peace of ,god1 which      
satisfies the mind4       ,then seeing  
all my earthly joys are fled1           
,where1 ,o my soul6 art thou for succour
 led8     ',tis ,jesus1 that can all thy
 wants supply1     ,a fountain 's there 
which never will run dry3     ,arabia's 
grove1 nor ,sharon's flowery field1     
,such rich perfume1 such holy incense   
yield3     ',tis ,jesus' merit1 and his 
dying love1     ',tis these perfume the 
glorious courts above6  ,,footnotes3  ,b
 ,the ,mill was built by ,mr4 ,ord4  ,c 
,mrs4 ,moon1 landlady of the ,public    
,house1 who died during the ,author's   
absence4     ,,old ,,sam6  ,,or  ,,the  
,,effects ,,of ,,the ,,gospel4          
,attend1 all ye who ,zion's tidings     
love1     ,whose hearts and hopes are   
fix'd on things above1     ,whose chief 

delight is centred in the fame1     ,of 
signs and wonders wrought through       
,jesus' name2--     ,all ye who virtue  
love1 and evil hate1     ,attend1 while 
,i a simple tale relate4       ,a       
preacher being to a village sent1       
,to warn and woo the people to repent2  
,depending only on ,god's mighty grace1 
,his pious soul was looking for success4
     ,for ,god1 his people had a house  
prepared1     ,in which his arm had many
 times been bared1     ,and in that     
little village congregation1     ,were  
found some earnest seekers of salvation4
     ,among the rest a noted ,bruiser   
stood1     ,whose hands had oft been    
stain'd with human blood2     ,a man of 
constitution so robust1     ,he oft had 
laid ,goliaths in the dust4     ,he     
fully on the preacher fix'd his eye1    
,but scarcely could declare the reason  
why2     ,the subject1 and the theme on 
which he dwelt1     ,caught his         
attention1 and its force he felt4       
,he thought the preacher all his actions

 knew1     ,his words1 like arrows1     
pierc'd his conscience through2     ,his
 spirits fell1 his heart was sick and   
sore1     ,such anguish he had never    
felt before4     ,it seem'd to him as if
 an angel spoke1     ,he felt within as 
if his heart was broke1     ,he thought 
he heard mount ,sinai's thunder roll1   
,which shook the very centre of his     
soul6     ,such mighty strokes soon     
humbled all his pride1     ,he sank     
condemn'd1 and loud for mercy cried4    
,what shall ,i do8 said he1 ,nay1 who   
can tell8     ,oh6 how shall ,i escape  
the pit of ,hell8     ,on bended knees  
he did salvation seek1     ,big tears   
roll'd down his long undaunted cheek3-- 
,the people pray'd1 the sinner wept the 
more1--     ,this man1 who till that    
hour1 ne'er wept before4     ,after a   
time his mighty anguish ceas'd1     ,the
 ,lord of life his captive soul         
releas'd6     ,the joy he felt he       
scarcely could contain1     ,the people 
sung--a sinner's born again6       ,some

 time elaps'd--two of his mates had met1
     ,as custom was1 and in a tavern    
sat1     ,conversing on events that     
daily pass'd1     ,till one the other   
thus address'd at last4     ,heard you  
not what occurred the other day8        
,old ,sam has been converted1 people    
say6     ,old ,sam6 the other says1 with
 great surprise1     ,what ,sam1 the    
,boxer8 ,yes6 the other cries6          
,depend upon't1 though you may think it 
strange1     ,but in old ,sam there is a
 wondrous change6     ,nay1--he         
converted6 ,pshaw6 'tis all a whim2     
,they've just as much converted me as   
him2     ,and ,i can find a man1 ,i have
 no doubt1     ,that soon will beat all 
his religion out4     ,perhaps not so1  
the other softly said1     ,i think ,old
 ,sam 's of better mettle made1     ,i  
know that he was always bad to bend1    
,and on his firmness ,i will still      
depend4     ,the other rose1 and would a
 wager bet1     ,old ,sam was not so far
 converted yet1     ,but that if pick'd 

at1 he would turn again1     ,and still 
he would the bloody cause maintain4     
,to ,sammy's door their way direct they 
took1     ,for he had now the tavern's  
haunts forsook2     ,they call'd a rebel
 out to lead the van1     ,to vex and   
aggravate the poor old man4     ,at     
length they reach'd1 and rattled at the 
door1     ,standing around1 like lions  
to devour     ,his happy soul2 but he   
had by his side1     ,king ,david's     
faithful ,shepherd for his guide4       
,old ,sammy from his ,bible reading     
rose1     ,and straightway forth to meet
 the rebel goes2     ,here's one1 say   
they1 will fight for what you like6     
,he stamp'd1 and raged1 and dared old   
,sam to strike2     ,sam look'd and     
smiled1 as he before him stood1         
,then shook his head1 thinking the cause
 not good2     ,at length his flaming   
passion to control1     ,he cries1 ,the 
,lord have mercy on thy soul6     ,thy  
case ,i pity1 ,o thou man of might1     
,although this practice once was my     

delight2     ,calm thy fierce rage1 and 
to old ,sam attend1     ,before         
destruction prove thy awful end4     ,i 
clearly see the spirit thou art in1     
,for ,i myself oft in the same have     
been2     ,and many a one like thee     
,i've made to bend1     ,and brought    
their boasting valour to an end4        
',tis well for thee that ,i'm another   
man1     ,or thou wouldst rue the day   
that this began2     ,i soon should     
settle all thy boasts and brags1        
,and make thy bones fall rattling on the
 flags6     ,thou mayst thank ,god1     
whose power and grace divine1     ,have 
chang'd this proud1 rebellious heart of 
mine2     ,the love ,i feel to thee     
forbids the blow1     ,which soon would 
lay thy boasting prowess low4           
,restrain thy passion1 give old ,sam    
thine hand1     ,be thankful that thou  
dost before him stand2     ,go tell the 
men whom once ,i did adore1     ,their  
wager's lost1 old ,sam will fight no    
more2     ,tell them to save their money

 for their wives1     ,give up their    
folly1 and reform their lives2     ,to  
go and seek salvation while they may1   
,before the wrath of ,god drives them   
away6       ,sam's noble speech so      
satisfied them all1     ,that not one   
there durst him a coward call4          
,although the wager 's fairly lost1 say 
they1     ,we all must own old ,sam hath
 won the day6     ,now ,sammy like a    
warrior stout and bold1     ,seeks new  
companions1 and forsakes the old2       
,while shouts of praise his ravish'd    
ears surround1     ,he hears1 and       
understands1 the joyful sound6     ,yes1
 ,sammy has a better master now1        
,and more substantial friends to deal   
with too2     ,secure he leans on his   
,redeemer's breast1     ,and sweetly    
sings himself away to rest4             
,,thoughts ,,on ,,good ,,friday3        
,occasioned by seeing two ,sinkers      
dragged out of a ,coal ,pit2      one of
 them killed1 the other dreadfully      
wounded4 ,at a short      distance1 a   

busy crowd were preparing their tents   
and posts for      the approaching      
races1 on ,easter ,monday and ,tuesday4 
,on      mentioning the fatal           
occurrence1 and naming the day1 a       
bystander exclaimed1 ,o1 ,good ,friday  
is nought6       ,the morning sun shone 
dim1 as if in pain1     ,to see that day
 by man so soon despised4     ,the      
feather'd choirs did heedless man       
reprove1     ,who had more cause than   
they1 with early song     ,to greet the 
morn1 on which their ,saviour bled4     
,alas6 that man should e'er forget his  
love6       ,down1 down the pit1 the    
cheerful sinkers went1     ,nor grief1  
nor fear through all the gloom appear'd2
     ,though at the bottom deep1 grim   
death sat shrouded     ,in horrid       
features1 measuring their minutes6      
,foul was the air1 and bad2--they saw   
him not1     ,nor dream'd he was so     
near1 nor held dispute1     ,on which   
the lot might fall1 to be his victim3-- 
,when suddenly1 through wanton          

carelessness1     ,or the just judgment 
of an angry ,god1     ,the kibble       
kick'd1 brim full of splinter'd rock6   
,down fell at once his ponderous        
instrument1     ,full thirty fathom1    
whizzing as it went6     ,beneath its   
heavy crash a victim fell1     ,and     
groan'd1 nor ceas'd1 till he had groan'd
 his last4     ,then from behind the    
scene the monster stept1     ,and with  
his bony fingers hurl'd his dart3       
,its point another touch'd1 but not so  
deep4     ,forth from the pit ,i saw the
 sufferers dragg'd1     ,i heard deep   
groans1 and saw their mangled flesh4    
,the former then with grief was quick   
interr'd1     ,the other a poor halting 
cripple lives4       ,where's now the   
man that says ,good ,friday's nought8   
,with accidents like this1 ,god's swift 
judgments1     ,i could1 if 'twere      
requested1 fill these sheets2     ,but  
to the man who thinks1 and judges right1
     ,this may suffice4 ,and is ,good   
,friday nought8     ,is that day nought 

on which our ,saviour bled1     ,to buy 
our pardon1 to save by suff'ring6       
,open salvation's fount for crimson     
crimes1     ,and wash1 and make us      
guilty lepers clean8     ,alas for man6 
,he sees1 he feels it not6     ,of old1 
men saw1 and felt it1 though far off4   
,the martyrs saw1 own'd1 and observ'd it
 too1     ,in fasting1 prayer1 and      
self-denial2     ,this made them march1 
when call'd1 with holy joy1     ,to meet
 the dagger's point1 or burning stake4  
,the earth once felt1 and felt to her   
foundations2     ,the marble mountain   
felt1 and quak'd1 and shiver'd2     ,the
 sun felt1 and grew dark2 the heavens   
wept1     ,and hell beneath1 in dismal  
groanings howl'd6     ,the serpent      
felt1--and still feels in his bruis'd   
head4     ,the ,saviour6--,yes1 the     
,king of ,glory felt1     ,in that sad  
cup his subjects should have drunk3--   
,both in the temple1 and the wilderness1
     ,the street1 the judgment hall1--in
 ,pilate's scourge1     ,in cruel       

mockings1 and the scarlet robe6     ,he 
felt it too beneath the rugged wood1    
,when ,he fatigued climb'd ,calvary's   
steep brow6     ,he felt it in the      
hammer and the nails     ,that pierc'd  
his flesh1 though he offended not6      
,he felt it in the reed1 and crown of   
thorns6     ,he felt it in the hyssop1  
vinegar1 and gall1     ,in strange      
upbraidings1 and the soldier's spear6   
,he felt it in that mighty crush1 which 
should1     ,and would have crush'd1 his
 guilty murderers4     ,he felt it till 
his mortal part expir'd6     ,he feels  
it yet1 and so do his disciples3        
,but the proud stiff-neck'd sinner feels
 it not2--     ,perverse1 he will not1  
yet one day he shall6     ,though he at 
present1 feast and garnish out     ,his 
wife's1 or children's birth days1 and   
his own1     ,with songs1 and cards1 and
 music1 and the dance1     ,yet this1   
like ,job's day1 shall be blotted out6  
,though he will not1 yet he shall regard
 it1     ,when ,god appears in majesty1 

and power1     ,arm'd with              
thunder-bolts1 and chariots of fire1    
,on all his foes to pour his vengeance6 
,yes6 ,all men then will wish to be his 
friends4     ,e'en those who have his   
words and grace despis'd1     ,will wish
 their lives were to begin again6--     
,whither1 ,o1 whither shall the guilty  
flee1     ,when consternation turns the 
good man pale6     ,,to ,a ,,withered   
,,flower6       ,withering ,flower1     
upbraid me not6     ,why cast on me that
 look so pale8     ,why dost thou my    
attention court1     ,to listen to thy  
mournful tale8     ,why bow thy head8   
,why bend thy neck8     ,why look so    
drooping1 wan1 and cold8     ,to give my
 careless thoughts a check1--     ,and  
tell me ,i am getting old6      ,fading 
,flower1 upbraid me not6     ,still     
nodding with the gentle breeze4     ,or 
dost thou think ,i have forgot1     ,i  
too am wasting by degrees8     ,for     
scarce can ,i believe my sight1     ,who
 lately saw thee fresh and gay2         

,that beauty could so early blight1     
,or such fresh colours fade away6       
,drooping ,flower1 upbraid me not6      
,but turn to ,sol's enlivening ray4     
,i in some climate cold or hot1         
,must also sicken and decay6     ,nay1  
why dost thou shake off thy leaf1       
,and show thy heart so fair and clean8  
,but mine to smite with inward grief1-- 
,to feel the many plagues within4       
,weeping ,flower1 upbraid me still6     
,for half the conquest thou hast gain'd4
     ,yes6 listen to thy tale ,i will1  
,until its meaning be explain'd4        
,fair emblem thou of human life2     ,in
 thee its changing tints are seen2      
,our visit here1 so frail and brief1    
,is painted in those tints of thine6    
,when in thy bud so rich and gay1       
,thou did'st escape the spoiler's hand  
,that would have reft thy charms away1  
',twas pity check'd--and let thee stand6
     ,while cherish'd by the blushing   
fair1     ,and waving on thy hardy stem1
     ,thy fragrance rich1 perfum'd the  

air1--     ,thou'rt blasted now to me   
and them6      ,unlike to thee1 whose   
task is done1     ,when ,man shall quit 
this vale of tears1     ,after this     
life's short glass is run1     ,man     
shall exist in nobler spheres4     ,all 
earthly glories fade away1     ,so      
transient and so insecure2     ,with us1
 alas1 how short's their stay6          
,prefigur'd by a dying ,flower6         
,yet we have cause to bless the day1    
,if weary of a life mispent1     ,by    
this thy exit1 any may     ,be led to   
ponder1 and repent4     ,thou transient 
teller of the truth1     ,may he who    
bids1 and thunders roll1     ,forgive   
the follies of my youth1     ,and stamp 
thy lesson on ,my soul6     ,,the       
,,country ,,love ,,feast4       7,held  
in an old ,barn1 ,farndale1 ,yorkshire47
       ,sing1 ,o my muse1 in praise of  
,zion sing1     ,in praise of those who 
her glad tidings bring1     ,in praise  
to ,him who left the courts above1      
,to manifest to us his ,father's love6  

,celestial powers1 my heart and voice   
inspire1     ,if such a worm as ,i can  
feel your heav'nly fire2     ,to such a 
theme1 to such a noble song1            
,sublimer strains than ,i can reach     
belong4       ,glory to ,god1 whose     
mercy and free grace1     ,are not      
confin'd to either time or place1       
,to bless1 and save the fallen sons of  
men1     ,to cleanse believers1 and to  
pardon sin4     ,o what an humble1 yet  
exalted place1     ,where ,christians   
meet1 the great ,i ,,am to praise4      
,a ,barn6--,a ,temple6 what a place is  
this6     ,emblem of heav'n1 and type of
 future bliss6     ,an earthen floor    
serves us on which to tread1     ,the   
roof is cover'd with the spider's web3--
     ,to such is man's best             
righteousness compar'd1     ,by which   
full many a lofty head's ensnar'd4      
,no crimson pews distinguish rich from  
poor1     ,no brass inscriptions glitter
 on the floor1     ,no marble monuments 
adorn the wall1     ,no polish'd altars 

where men prostrate fall1     ,no       
tapestry doth hang the pulpit round1    
,no costly vaults are in this temple    
found1     ,no pealing organ's note     
delights the ear1     ,but what is      
better far1--our ,god is here6          
,wherever two or three sincerely meet1  
,who have towards ,zion's city turn'd   
their feet1     ',tis there our ,god    
himself vouchsafes to be1     ,to bind  
the strong1 and set the prisoner free4  
,the world's applause we cheerfully     
disdain1     ,and shelter here from     
company profane4     ,for as we differ1 
'tis by ,jesus' grace1     ,and 'tis    
,his presence dignifies the place4      
,before us here the bread of life is    
spread1     ,behind are stalls where now
 the ox is fed4     ,like that in       
,bethlehem where ,jesus lay1     ,this  
stable now beholds a glorious day6      
,here ,pilgrims meet their travels to   
relate1     ,and when1 and where they   
enter'd mercy's gate4     ,they tell us 
how their eyes with tears did fill1     

,when unbelief was wilful of its will4  
,they tell us how their sins did them   
oppress1     ,and fill'd their inmost   
souls with deep distress2     ,and how  
the ,lord their burden did remove1      
,pardon'd their sins1 and fill'd their  
hearts with love4     ,they all rejoice 
to see each other's face1     ,to hear  
each prospers in the work of grace4     
,with one consent their cheerful hearts 
aspire1     ,and ecstasies of joy their 
bosoms fire4     ,such times as these we
 think too soon are gone1     ,our happy
 souls cemented into one6     ,we pray1 
and part1 each to his distant home1     
,and still we cry1 ,lord1 let thy       
kingdom come6     ,both far and near his
 ,kingdom doth extend1     ,temples are 
rising both by sea and land4     ,the   
,bethel flag1 high waving in the air1   
,calls seamen to engage in praise and   
prayer1     ,whole streets1 reform'd1   
the great assembly join1     ,speak with
 new tongues1 and sing in songs divine4 
,poor trembling sinners wipe their      

watery eyes1     ,and lamentations      
pierce the bowing skies6                
,blasphemers fall beneath the power of  
,god1     ,and statesmen flock to hear  
his ,holy ,word2     ,while some of them
 a portion find to spare1     ,waste    
,zion's walls and bulwarks to repair4   
,see golden prospects round us rise1    
,see the dejected raise their downcast  
eyes1     ,the liberated captives shout 
applause     ,to ,zion's ,king1 and his 
victorious cause6     ,,ode ,,to        
,,britain4       ,shine1 ,britain6      
,shine6 ,thy virtues we commend2        
,thy light to distant nations shall     
extend4     ,a city on a hill cannot be 
hid1     ,nor can'st thou be1 while     
,heav'n lifts up thy head4     ,shine1  
,britain6 ,shine6 ,o send the bible     
forth1     ,to each benighted corner of 
the earth2     ,till all with joy its   
richest blessings taste1     ,and share 
with us the glorious ,gospel ,feast4    
,o happy people6 ,highly favour'd ,isle6
     ,which shares the sunshine of      

,jehovah's smile4     ,the scenes thy   
sons and daughters have enjoy'd1        
,kings have desir'd to see1 but were    
denied4     ,we hope the sound of       
discord soon will cease1     ,and angels
 sing a universal peace6     ,when      
barren lands with plenty shall abound1  
,and ,christ be worshipp'd the wide     
world around4     ,at thoughts of this  
the lonely desert sings1     ,to see his
 altars throng'd with prostrate ,kings2 
,to see great men of honour and renown1 
,cast off the coronet to wear a crown6  
,hasten1 ,o ,lord1 the long--long wish'd
 for day1     ,when favour'd with thy   
truth's enlightening ray1     ,poor     
,hottentots shall raise the song divine1
     ,and savage ,turks1 the heav'nly   
concert join4     ,when ,blacks and     
,whites1 a vast redeemed throng1        
,shall all unite to swell the mighty    
song2     ,worship one ,god1 and hail   
,him ,lord and ,king1     ,through the  
whole world the ,saviour's praises sing4
     ,a ,,voice ,,from ,,the ,,dead6    

,written on being uncivilly treated1    
when erecting some      ,tombstones in  
---- ,church ,yard1 where the ,author   
was denied the      use of any part of  
the ,church1 ,porch1 or ,stable2 was    
forbidden      to ,letter the ,stone in 
the ,church ,yard1 though it was more   
than      a mile from the ,church to the
 nearest convenient place for such      
a work2 and was also denied the ,keys of
 the ,gate3--yet at that      very time1
 the parson's horse and cow1 were       
feeding on the      grass1 tearing up   
the graves1 and breaking down the       
stones1      while none dared to        
complain6 ,on seeing the horse's leg    
sink      into a grave up to the lisk1  
the following thoughts suggested        
themselves4       ,what foot is that    
disturbs my rest1     ,which through my 
coffin lid hath press'd1     ,and caus'd
 my bones the air to feel8--     ,it is 
the parson's horse's heel6      ',tis   
hard so much as there's to pay1         
,that corpses cannot quiet lay1     ,but

 are by cow or horse plough'd up1       
,for priests to reap a three-fold crop6 
,through such a process they must pass1 
,the grave1 the tombstone1 and the      
grass1     ,and ,easter ,offering       
beside3--     ,these claims must never  
be denied6      ,what though they do the
 grass devour1     ,and leave their dung
 against the door6     ,pay up1--say    
nought1--',what's that to thou8'     ,it
 is the parson's horse or cow6      ,i  
know the living dare not grumble1       
,nor at the parson's conduct stumble6   
,and when the simple truth is told1     
,of dead men they can get no hold4      
,we thought no hammer was to sound1     
,upon this consecrated ground1--        
,yet cow or horse may grind our bones   
,and rub their sides against the stones6
      ,some think things so are         
constituted1     ,that masons' tools are
 all polluted1     ,but that the        
parson's horse or cow1     ,like th'    
,church1 is consecrated too6      ,thus 
they may gallop o'er our graves1        

,and split our coffins into halves2     
,in spite of widows tears and groans1   
,may pastime make of dead folks' bones6 
,this is too hard for flesh and blood6  
,a thing which cannot be withstood2     
,a thing which inward grief imparts     
,to pious minds and tender hearts4      
,but men enthrall'd must never speak1   
,nor for redress attempt to seek1       
,but with such creatures be content1    
,as ,bishops have ordain'd and sent4    
,like him who dwells upon the coast1    
,who of the priesthood makes his boast1 
,regardless what the flock endure1      
,if he can but the fleece secure6       
,his present residence and living1      
,are of his earthly father's giving2    
,so none his title dare dispute1        
,for ,bishops cannot turn him out6      
,though life and conduct be profane1    
,he knows that men dare not complain2   
,or soon he'd show them his degrees1    
,and take revenge in tythes and fees6   
,such workmen's labour is in vain       
,to keep their hands from bloody stain2 

,in vain they strive to show the road1  
,that leads to glory and to ,god6       
,no wonder if such ,church decay1       
,if members leave it day by day1        
,where tyrannising is the law1--        
,and till a change1 it must be so4      
,the remedy will be unknown1     ,till  
,priests are of the ,spirit born2       
,till they get hearts refin'd and pure1 
,dissenters must their scorn endure6    
,,to ,,the ,,moor ,,birds ,,in ,a       
,,storm4       ,ye birds of the ,moor1  
,i doubt you'll be poor1         ,the   
storm is quite likely to last2     ,the 
owl and the crow1 are shelter'd below1  
,but you are expos'd to the blast6      
,the snow lies so deep1 the hill is so  
steep1         ,my footsteps are feeble 
and slow1     ,o lend me your wings1 ye 
dear little things1         ,to carry me
 over the snow6      ,nay1 ,i have no   
gun1 so you need not run1         ,nor  
cackle1 nor spread out your tails2      
,no danger is near1 you've nothing to   
fear1         ,the poacher is down in   

the dales4      ,the wind whistle's woe1
 through the valley below1         ,to  
the birds that are down in the wood2    
,you may hear by report1 that the gun is
 afloat1         ,to scatter their      
feathers and blood4      ,if you'll be  
content1 till the storm shall be spent1 
,and suffer no envy or strife2     ,no  
doubt but you may1 on some future day1  
,get fat1 and escape with your life6    
,but if you encroach1 or chance to      
approach1         ,the web-footed       
classes domain2     ,if wide you should 
stray1 or fall out by the way1          
,a thousand to one but you're slain6    
,,lines ,,on ,,returning ,a ,,borrowed  
,,stick ,,of ,,slenderish ,,size1       
,which had been lent with a strict      
charge to take particular      care of  
it1 and to return it as soon as done    
with4       ,to ,,mr4 ,,william         
,,horner1 of ,ripon4       ,dear ,billy1
 with thanks1 ,i return thee thy switch1
     ,which has many times kept me out  
of the ditch4     ,i have found oft when

 stumbling o'er hillock or stone1     ,a
 slender supporter is better than none6 
,when the stars were beclouded and      
darkness prevail'd1     ,and the rain   
was descending1 its aid never fail'd2   
,for it grop'd out my way1 and assisted 
my sight1--     ,when my foot would have
 slipp'd1 it kept me upright4      ,it  
never forsook me1 or broke my command1  
,unless it was when it slipt out of my  
hand2     ,then myself it might blame1  
for not taking more care1     ,for when 
duty demanded it always was there4      
,it is rare upon earth to find such a   
friend1     ,on which one can always so 
safely depend2--     ,when help was most
 needed it paid most regard1     ,and   
never reprov'd me for using it hard6    
,,the ,,thunder ,,storm4       ,the     
praise be thine1 ,almighty1 matchless   
,king1     ,whose care and power1 my    
muse presumes to sing2     ,whose tender
 care protects1 while thousands sleep1  
,the wakeful sea-boy on the mighty deep4
     ,thou dost from perils screen his  

naked head1     ,which in a moment fill 
the world with dread2     ,thou1 while  
thy lightnings flash1 and thunders roll1
     ,dost whisper secret peace into his
 soul6      ,the praise be thine1 whose 
interposing power1     ,protected us    
across yon lonely moor1     ,and through
 that night of terror and alarm1        
,mysteriously preserv'd us all from     
harm6     ,that night of awful peril we 
record1     ,ascribing all the glory to 
the ,lord2     ,when from yon distant   
,meeting we return'd1     ,and pious    
friends at home our absence mourn'd6    
,the moon and stars at once withdrew    
their light1     ,and thus increas'd the
 horrors of the night1     ,loud claps  
of thunder shook the sons of pride1     
,and female courage was severely tried6 
,the time pass'd on in conversation     
sweet1     ,while flaming lightning     
flash'd around our feet1--     ,yet by  
the flash1 in each believer's face      
,we read the sign of confidence and     
peace4      ,some to our ,god did then  

devoutly pray1     ,while others sung   
that awful hour away2     ,a voice was  
heard1 ,ye need not be afraid1          
,whose hope is on the ,rock of ,ages    
stay'd6     ,our virgins trimm'd their  
lamps1 and sweetly sung1     ,and       
tenderly around each other clung1       
,while1 as through fire and flood they  
took their way1     ,salvation was the  
burden of their lay4      ',midst dismal
 darkness the black clouds were driven1 
,with all the fearful majesty of heaven2
     ,and then as if an angel cleft the 
cloud1     ,and show'd to man the       
glowing wrath of ,god1     ,more quick  
than either thought1 or sight of man1   
,from north to south the flaming fluid  
ran2     ,the east and west burst into a
 blaze1     ,and guilty man beheld it   
with amaze6      ,it seem'd to warn the 
world against that day1     ,when earth 
and sky shall melt1 and pass away6      
,the distant mountains seem'd to own his
 nod1     ,and cried to man1 ,prepare to
 meet thy ,god6     ,all glory be to our

 eternal ,king1     ,who brought us all 
safe home ,his praise to sing4     ,may 
we both hear and keep his ,holy ,word1  
,and so fulfil the royal law of ,god6   
,,the ,,miser',s ,,away6       ,the     
miser's away1 and he'll never come back1
     ,any more his rusty old guineas to 
crack1     ,by his niggardly fare1 of   
potatoes and fish1     ,his successor   
enjoys a more plentiful dish4     ,i    
once had occasion to pass by his door1  
,whose threshold so seldom was cross'd  
by the poor1     ,a kitten came out in  
its innocent play1     ,and pleasantly  
three-thrumm'd--,the ,miser's away6     
,the way weary traveller1 to shorten the
 mile1     ,sometimes has occasion to go
 by the style2     ,the gain that he    
gets1 his spirit revives1     ,he cuts  
off an elbow1 and sooner arrives4       
,through one of his fields the pathway  
doth lie1     ,and very few 'scap'd the 
dint of his eye4     ,the gate as it    
opens and creaks1 seems to say1         
',pass stranger1 and welcome'--,the     

,miser's away6      ,in his ancient old 
,intake1 long kept without fence1       
,and without cultivation1 for fear of   
expence1     ,by the plough1 or the     
spade1 the rough is made plain1     ,and
 the hopeful young husbandman scatters  
the grain4     ,where the bones of the  
gimmer decay'd on the ground1     ,and  
nettles and briars were every where     
found1     ,fine corn is now growing1   
all smiling and gay2     ,it had not    
been so1 but--,the ,miser's away6       
,the birds haste away to the green holly
 bush1     ,the blackbird now tries to  
outrival the thrush2     ,they tip the  
tall branches on fluttering wing1       
,make nearer approaches1 and merrily    
sing4     ,the flowers in the garden    
around the bee-hive1     ,with unwonted 
freshness begin to revive1     ,to each 
new beholder their beauties display1    
,and whisper in perfume--,the ,miser's  
away6      ,here among his old books his
 ,sabbaths he spent1     ,on logic and  
physic sat making comment2--     ,he    

thought it would be the best method to  
use1     ,to save both his carcase1 his 
money1 and shoes2--     ,he'd be his own
 doctor1 and preacher likewise1     ,and
 his old yellow heap1 like a mountain   
would rise6     ,the riches he heap'd   
up1 by night and by day1     ,another   
has found1 for--,the ,miser's away6     
,,the ,,mistake3       ,containing a    
,moral for high looks1 and forward      
folks4       ,ye sportsmen bright of    
skill1 and sight1         ,who range    
o'er hill and dale2     ,awhile give    
ear1 and you shall hear1         ,a true
 and homely tale4     ,ye friends at    
home1 who seldom roam1         ,much    
farther than the mill1     ,be sure     
you're wise1 and mind your eyes1        
,or let your guns lie still4     ,it    
happen'd where1 as you shall hear1      
,a building was erected1     ,that to   
complete its breadth and height1        
,some workmen were collected4      ,one 
morning chill1 before yon hill          
,was gilded with the sun1     ,or adze1 

or axe1 or mallet had1         ,their   
battering begun2     ,two favourite     
ducks1 had 'scaped the fox1             
,well fed1 and feather'd too2     ,in   
sportive play1 aspiring they            
,took wing1 and off they flew4     ,with
 airy wheel1 they quick did scale1      
,the lofty wall unscar'd1     ,the trees
 they topt1 and down they dropt         
,a gun-shot from the yard4      ,a      
joiner ran1 to fetch a gun         ,the 
wild ducks to secure1--     ,the gun he 
brought1 with which he thought1         
,to make at least one fewer4            
,through mist and dew1 the contents     
flew1         ,a duck began to cry1     
,and one took flight1 and left our      
sight1         ,nor could we it espy4   
,this done1 the man full swiftly ran1   
,to gather up his game1--     ,both fore
 and aft1 the people laugh'd1           
,to see his wild duck tame6      ,he set
 her down1 she gaz'd around1            
,wond'ring at such abuse1--     ,but for
 her weight1 or else she might          

,have pass'd for a wild goose4     ,in  
friendship sweet1 the ducks soon meet1  
,and talk their frolic o'er1     ,and in
 their play1 they seem to say1          
,they'll fly so high no more4     ,our  
thoughts oft may1 our skill betray1     
,but actions they speak louder2     ,if 
he'd been still1 he'd saved his skill1  
,likewise his shot and powder6     ,,the
 ,,broken ,,seal4       ,to sing of     
,southcotes clouded fame1     ,my muse  
presumes and tries to soar2     ,though 
some may say1 ,blot out her name1       
,let it be seen or heard no more1       
,i have a secret to reveal1             
,effected by a broken ,seal6      ,this 
poor ,joanna had her day2--     ,while  
fair and bright the morning shone1      
,she led too many far astray1     ,whose
 souls much better things had known2    
,she soon their ancient tribe could     
tell1           ,and signed their title 
with a ,seal4      ,a poor1 illiterate1 
labouring man1     ,who went ,joanna's  
voice to hear1     ,a stranger to       

salvation's plan1     ,had linger'd on  
from year to year2           ,he thought
 she preach'd the gospel real1          
,and he of course must have a ,seal6    
,without a heart transform'd and new1   
,joanna ,southcote took him in1     ,and
 seal'd him her disciple true1          
,without repenting of his sin2--        
,he slyly from his wife did steal1      
,the price of his mysterious ,seal6     
,her creed on such conditions hung1     
,that while her seals continued whole1  
,then hope was bright1 and faith was    
strong1     ,and they could neither fail
 nor fall2           ,but none could    
rescue those from hell1           ,who  
chanc'd to crack or break the ,seal6    
,when1 lo1 upon a certain day1          
,examining his little store1            
,joanna's passport to survey2     ,his  
pocket book he rummag'd o'er1           
,but consternation turn'd him pale1     
,when he perceiv'd he'd broke his ,seal6
      ,his heart was stung with deep    
dismay1     ,with anguish1 and          

tormenting fears1     ,which like a     
trumpet night and day1     ,did sound   
this sentence in his ears1              
,thou never canst thy crime conceal1    
,remember thou hast broke thy ,seal6    
,he thought the ,almighty from on high1 
,would soon his red hot lightnings pour1
     ,and he1 a sinner doom'd to die1   
,might then expect the hottest shower2--
           ,god would on him his wrath  
reveal1           ,for he had broke the 
fatal ,seal6      ,he more than either  
once or twice1     ,with heavy heart and
 tearful eye1     ,went to a preacher   
for advice1     ,who soon his sickness  
did descry2           ,by what his      
conscience seem'd to feel1              
,his heart was broken with his ,seal6   
,the preacher then without delay1       
,did point him to the sinner's friend1  
,exhorting him to watch and pray1       
,and on the ,son of ,god depend1        
,whose efficacious blood could heal     
,his soul1 though he had broke his      
,seal6      ,one day in agonizing       

prayer1     ,believing on the ,son of   
,god1     ,on the dark borders of       
despair1     ,he found redemption in    
,his blood1           ,and from the     
transport he did feel1           ,he    
bless'd the day he broke the ,seal6     
,,the ,,stone3       ,composed to       
gratify a ,scottish ,rhymer1 and brother
 mason4       ,a stone6--and what about 
a stone8         ,what sense is there in
 that8     ,i answer1 in itself there's 
none3         ,but hold1 ,i'll tell you 
what6     ,oft while in craggy woods    
,i've been1         ,all silent1 and    
alone1     ,a thousand beauties ,i have 
seen1         ,conceal'd within a stone6
      ,while passing through life's     
troubled scenes1         ,o'erwhelm'd   
with care and grief1     ,a stranger in 
this wilderness1         ,and needful of
 relief3     ,not wishful then to every 
one1         ,to make my troubles       
known1--     ,the thing most useful in  
this world1         ,i've gained it by a
 stone6      ,some boast of riches1 and 

estates1         ,of chariots1 and of   
steeds1     ,of ships that sail by wind 
or steam1         ,and some of mighty   
deeds3     ,but all the treasure ,i     
desire1         ,in cities1 or alone1   
,is peace of conscience1 health of mind1
         ,and hewing at a stone6        
,our kings1 and nobles1 dukes and lords1
         ,whose splendid castles rise1  
,whose palaces1 and lofty towers1       
,reach almost to the skies2     ,of     
,greece and ,corinth make their boast1  
,yet are oblig'd to own1     ,some      
honour due1 from first to last1         
,to those who hew the stone6      ,in   
every town1 in modern days1             
,some system new prevails1     ,men     
deviate from former ways1         ,the  
mason's art now fails3     ,yet masons  
will be masons still1         ,and will 
each other own1     ,and smile at all   
attempts of skill         ,to imitate a 
stone6      ,the work will stand1 and   
not disgrace1         ,the              
master-builder's plan1     ,defying     

rain1 and tempests fierce1         ,for 
twice the age of man6     ,with all     
their compositions curl'd1         ,and 
round their columns thrown1     ,the    
grandest temple in the world1           
,we read was built of stone6      ,when 
this fair earth at first arose1         
,and man was made upright1     ,him1 the
 great ,god of ,heaven chose1           
,and view'd him with delight4     ,had  
he thus stood1 7'tis thought by some17  
,and in ,god's image shone1     ,it     
never would have been our doom1         
,to hew and polish stone4      ,but man 
soon fell1 by mortal sin1         ,and  
since the deed is done1     ,and we its 
captives long have been1         ,th'   
effect we cannot shun3     ,yet though  
man from perfection fell1         ,and  
sin did make him groan1     ,the ,lord  
in ,zion laid for him1         ,a sure  
foundation stone6      ,when men began  
to multiply1         ,and sin defil'd   
the heart1     ,the ,lord look'd down   
with pitying eye1         ,with man he  

could not part4     ,the sun by day1 and
 moon by night1         ,and twinkling  
stars that shone1     ,he made them all 
rejoice1 and sing1         ,of ,christ1 
the corner stone6      ,whoe'er upon    
this stone shall fall1         ,shall   
surely broken be1     ,yet he may still 
be heal'd again1         ,and be from   
sin set free3     ,but he on whom this  
stone shall fall1         ,shall see the
 ,almighty's frown2     ,he shall be    
crush'd as powder small1         ,by    
this stupendous stone6      ,moses1 that
 mighty man of ,god1         ,who       
,israel's flock did lead1     ,whose    
feet the path of duty trod1         ,and
 oft for them did plead1     ,in        
conversation with the ,lord1            
,his face with glory shone1     ,and    
from awful ,sinai bore1         ,the    
,tables made of stone6      ,but lo1    
revolting ,israel's seed1         ,in   
,horeb1 as we're told1     ,had during  
,moses' absence made1         ,a calf of
 molten gold2     ,such folly made his  

griev'd heart ache1         ,with pangs 
till then unknown1     ,and down he     
threw at once1 and brake         ,the   
,tables made of stone6      ,though ours
 be not such flagrant sins1         ,but
 lie perhaps conceal'd1     ,the day is 
coming when all things1         ,now hid
 shall be reveal'd3     ,and some we    
have great cause to fear1         ,if   
they the truth would own1     ,have     
little gods which they revere           
,of gold1 or precious stone4      ,when 
once through ,israel's armies brave1    
,the boasting challenge ran1     ,when  
great ,goliath sent to ,saul1           
,to find him out a man1     ,who would  
in single combat fight1         ,till   
one should be o'erthrown1     ,how      
little did he think that day         ,of
 falling by a stone6      ,with steps   
that made the earth to bend1            
,and spirit swell'd with pride1     ,he 
boasting shook his greaves of brass1    
,and ,israel's ,god defied4     ,from   
,jesse's loins a stripling sprung1      

,who made the monster groan1     ,when  
from the whirling sling he threw1       
,the feeble1--fatal stone6      ,proud  
armies have been overthrown1        ,and
 cities sack'd within1     ,and towers  
and temples broken down1         ,the   
sad effects of sin3--     ,and once an  
,angel did foreshow1         ,the fall  
of ,babylon1     ,when in the heaving   
deep he threw1         ,a great and     
mighty stone6      ,when ,david's highly
 favour'd son1         ,his temple first
 began1     ,they from the mountains    
brought a stone1         ,which seem'd a
 pest to man3     ,the masons view'd it 
o'er and o'er1         ,but oft with    
haughty scorn1     ,rejected it1 and    
roll'd aside         ,this strange1     
unshapely stone6      ,from first to    
last it tumbling lay1         ,an object
 of disdain1     ,till time1 upon a     
certain day1         ,the mystery did   
explain4     ,the last1 and loftiest    
pinnacle1         ,to finish and adorn  
,they sought1 but none would do so well 

,as this rejected stone6      ,a finer  
building ne'er was seen1         ,by any
 mortal eye1     ,the timbrels rung1 and
 ,israel sung1         ,and old men wept
 for joy4     ,and having thus their    
temple rear'd         ,themselves are   
forc'd to own1     ,that which the      
builders once refus'd         ,is now   
the ,corner ,stone6      ',tis thus     
,jehovah's favour'd sons1         ,with 
hearts by grace refined1     ,are all   
compar'd to living stones1         ,for 
nobler ends design'd4     ,thus he the  
mighty structure rears1         ,and    
perfects them in one1     ,a glorious   
,church1--and ,,jesus is         ,the   
chief1 the corner stone6      ,a stone  
by ,daniel was perceiv'd1         ,and  
still the record stands1     ,which from
 the mountains should proceed1          
,cut out as without hands2     ,whose   
dignity should greater grow1            
,and mighty ,kings dethrone1     ,till  
all the earth be fill'd below1          
,with this amazing stone6      ,so in   

due time ,god sent his ,son1            
,according to ,his word1     ,whose     
sacred mission was begun1         ,and  
seal'd with precious blood2     ,who1   
while ,he dwelt on earth below1         
,did make salvation known1     ,and     
caus'd ,his heavenly love to flow       
,in hearts once hard as stone6      ,but
 ,pharisees and cruel ,jews1            
,did seek from day to day1     ,this    
holy person to abuse1         ,to       
persecute and slay4     ,but ,god did   
give his ,angels charge1         ,o'er  
his anointed one1     ,lest he at any   
time should dash         ,his foot      
against a stone6      ,at length his    
faithfulness to prove1         ,he for  
the world must die1     ,and power was  
given to wicked men1         ,the ,lord 
to crucify4     ,the sun was dark at    
that event1         ,and with ,his dying
 groan1     ,earth trembled6 and the    
rocks were rent1--         ,the rocks of
 solid stone6      ,his enemies still   
follow'd ,him1         ,when ,he lay in 

the grave     ,hewn in the rock1 for    
,joseph's tomb1         ,who did ,his   
body crave3     ,lest ,he their projects
 should destroy1         ,and they be   
overthrown1     ,they shut him in1 and  
set a guard1         ,and seal'd the    
mighty stone6      ,but ,roman bands    
could not confine         ,the ,saviour 
to ,his cell1     ,he manifests ,his    
power divine1         ,in spite of      
,earth and ,hell3     ,the ,father owns 
,his suffering ,son1         ,nor leaves
 ,him then alone1     ,for lo6 an ,angel
 comes by night1         ,and rolls away
 the stone6      ,he rises to men's     
wond'ring view1         ,and triumphs   
o'er ,his foes1     ,and proves the     
blessed record true1         ,though sin
 and death oppose3     ,in glorious     
majesty ,he reigns1         ,on his     
exalted throne1     ,and still ,he power
 on earth retains1         ,to soften   
hearts of stone6      ,to those who     
overcome through ,him1         ,a stone1
 and a new name     ,he gives1 which    

none can read but they1         ,nor    
understand the same4     ,and they shall
 share ,his joys divine1         ,seated
 on glittering thrones1     ,and walk   
those streets whose pavements shine     
,like gold1 or precious stones6     ,,to
 ,,the ,,rising ,,sun6 ,,on ,a ,,frosty 
,,morning4       ,hail glorious ,sun6   
bright regent of the day2     ,gladly ,i
 welcome thine all cheering ray3        
',midst frost and snow1 a visit thus    
from thee1     ,sets each numb toe and  
frozen finger free6      ,bright emblem 
of the ,majesty on high1     ,who lives 
and reigns1 the ,lord of earth and sky6 
,before thy face the hailstones melt    
away1     ,and thy glad light turns     
darkness into day4      ,oft moving down
 the sloping dale ,i've eyed1     ,thy  
golden radiance from the mountain side2 
,have often long'd upon yon hills to be1
     ,to catch a comfortable ray from   
thee4      ,now chill ,november's breath
 is cold and keen1     ,the trees around
 have lost their lovely green1          

,while horned cattle from the mountains 
roam1     ,and for their masters low1 to
 take them home4      ,the early plough 
boy stops to clap his hands1     ,the   
tender female dances where she stands2  
,while ,i1 half starv'd1 have thought   
thy coming long1     ,but now ,i hail   
thee welcome with a song6      ',tis    
said in heathen lands they worship thee1
     ,when o'er the mountain tops thy   
light they see3     ,but as thou here no
 homage dost receive1     ,i to thy     
,maker all the glory give4      ,his    
face1 like thine1 the drooping sinner   
cheers1     ,oppress'd with guilt1 and  
overwhelm'd with fears3     ,a ray from 
thee1 ,o uncreated ,sun1     ,breaks up1
 and makes long frozen fountains run6   
,thou1 from thyself1 the soul to purify1
     ,dost pour the living water from on
 high1     ,which if it doth within the 
soul remain1     ,the sinner's heart    
shall never freeze again6      ,yes6 he 
who daily drinks of this pure wave1     
,for sensual pleasure shall no relish   

have1     ,but calm amidst the          
turbulence of life1     ,shall dwell for
 ever free from care and strife4        
,shine1 glorious ,sun6 thy blessings    
richly pour1     ,and cheer our fallen  
world from hour to hour6     ,with thy  
glad beams1 ,o visit every vale1        
',till every starving soul thine        
influence feel6     ,,lines ,,in        
,,memory ,,of ,,the ,,rev4 ,d4 ,,duck1  
,,curate ,,of ,,danby4       ,yes6      
,daniel1 faithful ,daniel's gone1       
,his weeping flock lament their loss2   
,no more they fix their eyes upon       
,that zealous preacher of the cross6    
,no more he meets them at the gate1     
,no breezes waft his silver'd hair1     
,while o'er the dead1 both small and    
great1     ,his soul breathes out the   
ardent prayer6      ,nor from his eye1  
when grave-scenes call1     ,his        
streaming tears are seen to flow1--     
,those tears1 which to the earth did    
fall1     ,and mingle with the dust     
below4      ,no more he at the altar    

stands1     ,to bless1 or break the     
hallow'd bread1     ,while from his lips
 and lifted hands1     ,each hungry1    
holy soul is fed6      ,but mingled     
happy saints among1     ,his ravish'd   
soul doth now ascend1     ,to share that
 bliss which he so long1     ,to others 
here did recommend4     ,,an ,,elegy    
,,on ,,the ,,death ,,of ,a ,,beloved    
,,child4       ,my little boy6 my lovely
 boy6         ,why in such haste away8  
,will no embrace1 or tempting toy1      
,induce thy longer stay8      ,what     
prompted thee the day before1           
,to climb thy ,father's knee1--         
,spring to the window or the door1      
,with such unusual glee8      ,i wonder 
oft1 with wakeful eye1         ,and     
think it might be so1     ,some ,spirit 
then was passing by1         ,and       
beckon'd thee to go6      ,i recollect  
with other things1         ,which ,i    
have felt and fear'd1     ,once         
something like the sound of wings1      
,within the room was heard6      ,hast  

thou in infant vision seen         ,the 
city of our ,god8     ,or on those holy 
mountains been1         ,by saints and  
angels trod8      ,or hast thou heard   
the melody         ,which fills the     
courts above8     ,or has thy ,saviour  
shown to thee         ,the tokens of his
 love8      ,if so1--no wonder thou     
should'st look         ,so light on all 
below2--     ,if thou hast tasted of the
 brook         ,where living waters     
flow6      ,no wonder thou with such    
delight1         ,didst view the rising 
sun3     ,then glance on us thine eye so
 bright1         ,and flutter to be     
gone6      ,if thou hast seen among     
heaven's choirs1         ,the crown that
 thou shalt wear1     ,forgive a        
parent's fond desires1         ,to keep 
thee longer here4      ,if thou among   
earth's griefs and joys1         ,hadst 
any longer stayed1     ,with other rude 
and wicked boys1         ,hadst into    
evil strayed2--      ,hadst thou thy    
,saviour disobey'd1         ,who died   

thy soul to save1     ,thy parents'     
heads might have been laid1             
,with sorrow in the grave4      ,if it  
be wrong to mourn for thee1         ,the
 ,lord that wrong forgive1     ,and     
grant us grace each day1 that we        
,in him may walk and live4      ,o could
 our faith but pierce the gloom         
,that hovers round our clay1     ,we    
might prefer an early tomb1         ,to 
one that's old and grey6      ,could we 
but hear the songs they sing1           
,or see the robes they wear1            
',twould give our resolutions wing1     
,with longings to be there4      ,to see
 those heavenly harpers young1          
,light up the sacred fires2     ,to see 
their nimble fingers run         ,along 
the golden wires2      ,would make a man
 forget his grief1         ,his         
conflicts here below1     ,and give a   
mother's soul relief1         ,with     
languishings to go6      ,would make us 
all forsake our sin1         ,and ,jesus
 ,christ adore1     ,and bring the      

resolution in1         ,to grieve our   
,god no more4      ,would make us to    
,his house resort1         ,to weep1 and
 watch1 and pray1     ,until we gain    
that blissful port         ,where tears 
are wiped away4     ,,on ,,the ,,first  
,,text ,,heard ,,spiritually4       7,my
 heart is fixed4--,psalm lvii4 #g47     
,by grace divine ,i sing1 ,my heart is  
fix'd6     7,fix'd on the corner stone  
in ,zion laid37     ,he spoke1 ,i wept1 
and heard the blessed text1     ,and all
 my wavering1 wandering thoughts were   
stay'd4      ,he to me spoke1 as with an
 angel's voice1     ,and all my fears at
 once like lightning fled6     ,o how my
 troubled soul did then rejoice6     ,i 
was as one new risen from the dead6     
,thrice happy bard who wrote such words 
as these1     ,so applicable to a case  
like mine2     ,such music surely never 
reach'd my ears1     ,nor words did ever
 with such lustre shine6      ,though   
all who read1 may not that beauty see1  
,nor feel the truths that sin sick      

hearts console1     ,yet1 ,o1 it was a  
blessed text to me1     ,by which the   
,lord spoke peace unto my soul6         
',tis mystery all6 ',tis like the wind  
that blows6     ,i hear its sound1 as it
 sweeps through the wood1     ,i feel it
 come1 but know not where it goes1--    
,and so is every one that's born of     
,god6      ,now ,i can sing1 ,my soul is
 sick of love6--     ,of love to ,god1  
and every one ,i see2     ,nor smiles1  
nor frowns1 my happy soul can move1     
,a friend or stranger is alike to me6   
,but will the ,lord such rebels still   
receive8     ,can angels sing for such a
 wretch as ,i8     ,did ,jesus die1 that
 one so vile might live8     ,so vile1  
so full of sin and misery6      ,yes6   
,he the sinner doth invite to come2     
,for rich1 for poor1 for all his grace  
is free6     ,fly1 sinners1 fly to      
,christ1 there yet is room     ,for all 
who feel their guilt and misery4        
,the ,king is now my ,friend1 ,i cannot 
doubt1     ,for he ,his witness doth to 

me impart2     ,he'll bind the strong   
man arm'd1 and cast him out1     ,and   
pour the living stream into my heart6   
,o happy soul1 when thus to life        
restor'd1     ,let folly end1 where     
genuine hope begins2     ,he finds a    
heaven1 who truly finds the ,lord1      
,but he that finds this heaven1 must    
lose his sins6      ,o may ,i learn to  
do the thing that's right1     ,my love 
to ,god1 by true obedience show2        
,and read1 and wrestle1 strive1 rebuke1 
and fight1     ,and watch1 and pray1 and
 to perfection grow6      ,so when my   
warfare here on earth is past1     ,and 
,death on me his chilling hand shall    
lay1     ,god will receive my ransom'd  
soul at last1     ,to live and reign    
with ,him1 in endless day6     ,,to ,a  
,,squirrel ,,in ,a ,,cage4       ,little
 spinner1 blithe and gay1     ,dancing  
thus thy life away6     ,a ,king his    
palace might resign1     ,for a couch as
 soft as thine6      ,thou canst choose1
 as suits thee best1     ,when to toil1 

and when to rest3     ,free from earthly
 care and strife1     ,merrily doth pass
 thy life4      ,ere the day begins to  
dawn1     ,thou art at thy work alone2  
,by the early riser seen1     ,turning  
round thy light machine4      ,quick    
thou tip'st the slender wires1          
,which more art than strength           
requires2--     ,be the weather foul or 
fair1     ,heart and foot are light as  
air6      ,joyful in thy little jail1   
,thou dost spread thy bushy tail3       
,playing many a curious prank1          
,tumbling like a mountebank6      ,when 
awful thunders o'er thee break1     ,and
 earth's foundations seem to shake1     
,free from terror and dismay1     ,thou 
heed'st it not1 but spin'st away4       
,separated now for good1     ,from thy  
cronies of the wood1     ,thou no more  
dost wander free1     ,skipping light   
from tree to tree4      ,though once    
with thee things better went1     ,thou 
seemest happy and content1     ,if some 
kind friend supply thy lack1     ,by    

giving thee a nut to crack4      ,and   
when thou hast it in thy paw1     ,in   
face of either friend or foe1     ,the  
beamings of thine eye impart     ,the   
motions of a grateful heart4            
,alone1 confin'd within thy cage1       
,thou fearest not the battle's rage2    
,of courage bold1 and action brave1     
,though in prison--thou'rt not a slave6 
,if life is spared1 some other day1     
,when ,i shall chance to come this way1 
,a present unto thee ,i'll bring1       
,thou bonny1 little woodland thing6     
,little spinner1 blithe and gay1        
,dancing thus thy life away6     ,a     
,queen her palace might resign1     ,for
 a pillow soft as thine6     ,,to ,a    
,,bird ,,singing ,,in ,,winter4         
,why1 why1 little bird1 so cheerfully   
sing1         ,when all things around   
look so sad8     ,the prospect at       
present1 as touching the spring1        
,gives cause to be sorry1 not glad6     
,had ,april appear'd in loveliest hue1  
,and made the green meadows look gay1   

,thou merrily might'st have mounted thy 
bough1         ,and warbled thy minutes 
away4      ,but summer's far off1 and   
still in the copse1         ,the cold   
winter's snow doth descend1     ,fierce 
winds1 and sharp frosts1 may yet blast  
thy hopes1         ,and bring thy sweet 
song to an end4      ,by craft of the   
boys1 in bush1 or in wood1         ,thy 
foot may be caught in a snare1     ,and 
thou whilst seeking a morsel of food1   
,be a captive1 ere thou art aware4      
,why merrily sing1 when thou hast no    
barn1         ,in which to lay up thy   
grain8     ,why warble thy notes1 while 
unthankful man1         ,so often is    
heard to complain8      ,why cheerfully 
sing when there are no flowers1         
,or sun in the valley to shine8         
',tis proof that thy prospects are      
brighter than ours1         ,thy heart  
more contented than mine6     ,,petch',s
 ,,elegy6       ,how short1 how frail is
 our abode on earth6     ,but yesterday 
it seems since we sprang forth3         

,life doth no sooner sparkle in our eye1
     ,than we are subject to decline and
 die6      ,a brother ,mason now a      
victim lies     ,to ,death1 whose icy   
hand hath closed his eyes6     ,he      
sleeps1 forgetful of his toil and care2 
,in prime of life1 no more his voice we 
hear4      ,no more the chisel moves    
within his hands1     ,the sounding axe 
no more his skill demands3     ,but     
silence reigns1--his spirit's gone to   
rest1     ,his ransom'd soul is number'd
 with the blest6      ,his sins and     
follies here he did bemoan1     ,a heavy
 burden1 grievous to be borne2     ,when
 lo1 the ,lord1 a week before he died1  
,dispers'd the gloom1 and all his wants 
supplied      ,in the ,redeemer's blood 
he did believe1     ,and ,god his       
pardoning love to him did give3         
,such depth of mercy fill'd us with     
surprise1     ,and tears of gratitude   
flow'd from our eyes6      ,he boldly   
triumph'd in ,god's pardoning grace1    
,with love and patience beaming in his  

face2     ,till fainting in the icy arms
 of death1     ,he praised his ,god with
 his departing breath      ,how oft have
 we in health1 and free from pain1      
,joyful to labour1 cross'd the dewy     
plain1     ,before the morning stars had
 disappear'd1     ,or early harmony the 
woodlands cheer'd6      ,how oft have we
 been partners through the day1     ,or 
sung in hymns our nightly hours away6   
,alas6 my partner's gone6 ,can ,i       
forbear     ,to welcome down my cheek   
the rolling tear8      ,no more on earth
 his voice shall mix with mine1     ,in 
social converse1 or in songs divine6    
,be it my chief concern to be prepar'd1 
,like him to die1 and meet my just      
reward4      ,false witnesses did raise 
a vile report1     ,and laid things to  
his charge that he knew not3     ,but   
now he's gone to be with ,christ on     
high1     ,where he is safe1 and may    
their power defy4      ,now slander and 
reproach at once may cease2     ,no more
 can they disturb our brother's peace6  

,their arrows keen can never pierce his 
soul1     ,he is departed1 and hath     
reach'd the goal6      ,farewell6 but   
,oh6 we hope to meet again1     ,and    
join our voices in a nobler strain1     
,where ,jesus our great ,prophet1       
,priest1 and ,king1     ,in everlasting 
majesty doth reign6     ,,reflections   
,,on ,,petch',s ,,tomb4       ,dear     
,petch belov'd6 ,thy endless portion's  
fix'd6     ,as death hath left thee1 so 
shall judgment find3     ,thy spirit1   
with a world of spirits mix'd1     ,hath
 left its mouldering tenement behind6   
,sprightly and active1 thou the other   
day1     ,didst fill thy station in this
 world of cares2     ,in life's fair    
morn1 thy soul hath slipt away1         
,from its delusions1 and a thousand     
snares6      ,thy cheeks a more than    
common bloom did wear1     ,thy voice   
with music sweetly did agree2     ,thy  
heart was lively1 thy complexion fair3--
     ,had ,i chose one for life1 ,i'd   
chosen thee6      ,perhaps thy mind     

dwelt on some future scene1             
,anticipating more than was allow'd1    
,when pale affliction drew a veil       
between1     ,and death appointed thee  
an early shroud6      ,methinks ,i hear 
thee1 while ,i thus survey     ,the     
dreary place where thy remains are laid1
     ,crying1 ,prepare for the great    
judgment day6     ,that day which shall 
thy destiny decide6      ,there's no    
repenting in the gloomy grave1     ,nor 
in that world in which ,i now exist2    
,christ died1 that he from hell thy soul
 might save1--     ,keep his commands1  
or thou wilt ne'er be blest6      ,here 
,i should faint1 reflecting on my theme1
     ,and recollecting thy great sins   
now past1     ,had not the grace of     
,god1 thy passport been1     ,had not   
heaven deign'd to smile on thee at last6
      ,hadst thou not given some proof  
of penitence1     ,had ,i not witness'd 
oft the bless'd effect1     ,i might    
have fear'd1 through disobedience1      
,that ,heaven for ever would thy soul   

reject4      ,but ,oh1 the saving power 
of grace divine1     ,which reach'd the 
dying thief upon the cross1     ,had    
visited that troubled soul of thine1    
,which else had mourn'd its everlasting 
loss6      ,disrob'd of all his terrors1
 ,death drew nigh1--     ,behind1 a band
 of shining seraphs stood1     ,he      
pointed toward the opening sky1     ,and
 dipt his dart in the atoning blood6    
,his humble victim felt the stingless   
wound1     ,and to his ,god resign'd his
 fleeting breath2     ,he view'd        
,heav'ns portals through the gloom      
around1     ,and shouted ,victory6 in   
the arms of ,death6      ,go1 blooming  
youth1 and share the rich reward1       
,purchas'd for such as thee with blood  
divine2     ,thank ,god1 ,he ever did   
thy prayer regard1     ,and caus'd the  
light of life on thee to shine6         
,may all the household of thy kindred   
dear1     ,hear and regard the caution  
thou hast given2     ,repent1 and turn  
to ,god1 with hearts sincere1     ,and  

have1 like thee1 the earnest of their   
,heaven6      ,may ,i amidst a world of 
toil and care1     ,still bear in mind  
my ,shepherd's care for me1     ,weep   
o'er my sin1 each day for death prepare1
     ,sigh o'er thy name-stamp'd tool1  
and think on thee6     ,,who ,,hath     
,,believed ,,our ,,report8       ,isaiah
 liii4 #a4       ,who hath believed our 
report8       ,the agonizing prophet    
cried2     ,where do the wandering      
tribes resort1       ,for whom the ,king
 of ,glory died8      ,his goodness doth
 before them pass1       ,the fairest of
 ten thousand ,he1     ,yet sin         
bewilders1 and alas1       ,in ,him they
 can no beauty see4      ,his ,kingly   
presence they deny1       ,while round  
their altars they resort1     ,well     
might the grieved prophet cry1          
,who hath believed our report8          
,away with such a one1 they cry1        
,let timbrels sound1 and damsels sing1  
,this strange impostor crucify1         
,for none but ,csar is our ,king6       

,slain in the streets the martyrs lie1  
,who strove ,his kingdom to support1    
,well might the trembling prophet cry1  
,who hath believed our report8      ,his
 ministers to make ,him known1          
,their time1 and strength1 and souls    
devote1     ,yet oft in sorrow cry      
alone1       ,who hath believed our     
report8      ,all we like sheep have    
gone astray1       ,from ,him we have   
our faces hid1     ,we each have turn'd 
to his own way1       ,and done the     
things that were forbid4      ,his      
faithful servants all day long1         
,do to repentance us exhort1     ,yet   
nightly raise the mournful song1        
,who hath believed our report8      ,it 
was for us ,he was accused1       ,sank 
under sorrows not ,his own1     ,was    
buffeted1 chastis'd1 and bruis'd1       
,to raise us rebels to a throne4        
,the nails1 the hammer1 and the spear1  
,and reed1 with which ,his head was     
smote1     ,all cry in the deaf sinner's
 ear1       ,who hath believed our      

report8      ,yes6 both the pulpit and  
the press1       ,the thunder of ,his   
power proclaim1     ,commend ,his blood 
and righteousness1       ,and offer     
mercy in ,his name4      ,yet some are  
always standing by1       ,of holy      
things to make a sport1     ,and weeping
 preachers yet may cry1       ,who hath 
believed our report8      ,some have    
believed this report1--       ,to them  
,he hath ,his arm reveal'd2     ,to ,him
 their lives they now devote1       ,for
 by ,his stripes their souls are heal'd6
      ,and on the last important day1   
,when all shall be to judgment brought1 
,thrice happy those who then can say1   
,we have believed this report4      ,but
 woe to all ungodly men1       ,who     
wonder how these things can be2         
,they'll wonder more1 and perish then1--
       ,too late they will their folly  
see4      ,for them1 alas1 no joys      
remain1       ,the ,lord of life will   
cut them short2     ,and they shall weep
 and wish in vain1       ,they had      

believed our report6     ,,the ,,bees   
,the ,sun throws his ray on the lake1   
,the vessels are scudding along2        
,before half the city's awake1     ,the 
air is all action and song6      ,the   
,bees haste away to the moors1     ,and 
eager their task to complete1           
,extract from the bells of the flowers1 
,their delicate essences sweet4         
,all cheerful they hurry along1         
,their storehouse of food to increase1  
,till ,death puts an end to their song1 
,the citizen's table to grace4          
,though few can their weapons withstand1
     ,or few can their forces defeat1   
,yet ,death with a torch at command1    
,soon makes the wing'd armies retreat4  
,at once their anxiety droops1     ,in  
the grave they lie silent and still1    
,while strangers are draining the cup1  
,they made such exertions to fill4      
,o may ,i be bold as the ,bee1     ,in  
work of a similar cast1     ,so         
faithful1 industrious1 and free1        
,and labour1 and sing to the last6      

,,caution ,,from ,,limber ,,hill4       
7,occasioned by a fall during a frost47 
',twas a bit gone ,december1            
,as ,i well remember1     ,i met with a 
rubber1 and got some advice2            
,what harbour to rest in1               
,what ,friend to put trust in1     ,and 
how we may walk with slape shoes upon   
ice6                ,in coming down     
,limber1               ,among the young 
timber1     ,my foot slipt1 and falling1
 it was a take in1               ,the   
night being darkish1               ,and 
we a bit larkish1     ,instead of a     
broom bush1 ,i grasped a whin6          
,when my fingers were bleeding1         
,and pain was succeeding1     ,it set me
 a thinking1--of that you'll not doubt2 
,and but for the blunder1               
,which lessen'd the wonder1     ,i else 
had been punish'd enough to sing out6   
,my views being muddy1               ,i 
quickly did study1     ,what things upon
 earth to compare with this whin2       
,after walking around 'em1              

,i very soon found 'em     ,to be a     
false friend1 or the pleasures of sin6  
,a true ,friend is precious1            
,his favour's delicious1     ,he'll give
 you a lift1 when he sees you break     
down2               ,in conflicts       
distressing1               ,you'll find 
him a blessing1     ,he'll mark your    
oppressions1 and call them his own6     
,but a false ,friend will vary1         
,and vow quite contrary1     ,his heart 
to your grief will be hard as a stone2  
,in sorrow or sickness1                 
,he'll pity your weakness1     ,but only
 plant under your pillow a thorn6       
,while your money is chinking1          
,he'll answer you winking1     ,he'll   
,master1 and ,sir you1 and come at your 
call2               ,but give him a     
pincher1               ,you'll find him 
a flincher1     ,instead of a lift1 he  
will fling you a fall6                  
,so sin is deceiving1                   
,bewitching1 bereaving2     ',twill     
pierce through the heart1 and invite you

 to sing2               ',twill put on  
fair faces1               ,to woo your  
embraces1     ,but after you've grasp'd 
it1 there follows a sting6     ,,the    
,,village ,,church ,,in ,,ruins6        
7,a decayed ,church1 a faithful         
,minister1 a ,gospel ,sermon1 a         
cold wind1 a rainy day1 and ten         
hearers67       ,alas1 for our mother1  
whom age hath o'ertaken1     ,her       
champions are sleeping beneath the cold 
sod2     ,she seems both by lover and   
friend quite forsaken1     ,her total   
dependance is now on her ,god6      ,by 
tribute to ,csar her battlements        
crumble1     ,her grey headed ,elders   
may weep in despair2     ,her once      
lovely fabric's now ready to tumble1    
,while no one arises her breach to      
repair6      ,alas1 for the spot where  
our ancestors bended1     ,in humble    
devotion1 and brotherly love1     ,where
 early petitions like incense ascended1 
,and blessings in answer came down from 
above4      ,alas1 for that spot where  

our tribes did assemble1     ,in        
youthful succession1 both healthy and   
gay1     ,which then did the ,temple of 
,zion resemble1--     ,but briers and   
thorns have now choked up the way4      
,the voice of her ,elders in prayer     
seems to falter1     ,and her bells ring
 dolefully over her dead1     ,her      
priest may lament from the porch to the 
altar1     ,her pews are deserted1 her  
virgins are fled4      ,among her old   
timber1 the hollow winds whistle1       
,and carve out a track for the frost or 
the snow2     ,her walls1 while they    
preach her departing epistle1     ,are  
cover'd with gloom1 both above and      
below4      ,dim through her old windows
 the daylight is peeping1     ,the damp 
floor hath driven the hearers away2     
,a drop through the roof seems as if it 
were weeping1     ,to think how her     
beauty is gone to decay4      ,of her   
milk and her honey she still might have 
boasted1     ,and offer'd to all in     
abundance1 and free1     ,but her funds 

by the drones are now nearly exhausted1 
,in craftily clipping the wings of the  
,bee4      ,still thanks be to ,god1 the
 ,gospel is publish'd1     ,with precept
 on precept1 and line upon line2        
,still ,ten there are found1 who come to
 be furnish'd1     ,with heav'nly       
instruction1 in lectures divine4        
,the ,minister boldly the tidings       
reported1     ,and wisely distinguish'd 
the bad from the good2     ,of the      
present or absent who die unconverted1  
,that worm eaten pulpit is clear of     
their blood6     ,,poetical             
,,reflections4       7,composed during a
 visit from the ,west47       ,once     
more1 my muse1 resume thy wonted seat1  
,and ask permission of the wise and     
great1     ,to admit1 as tribute due1   
thy warbling song1     ,in thy own land1
 and in thy mother tongue4      ,once   
more the happy region ,i behold1        
,where ,i have oft experienc'd joys     
untold2     ,where cattle graze1 and    
crystal fountains flow1     ,and rivers 

glide1 and healthy breezes blow4        
,here my enraptur'd fancy playful roves1
     ,and walks 'mong flowery banks1 or 
shady groves1     ,or nimbly climbs the 
rugged mountain's height1     ,and views
 yon plains with ever new delight4      
,sometimes in fertile orchards ,i       
attend1     ,where mellow fruits the    
loaded branches bend2     ,sometimes ,i 
see old ,esk in fury roll1     ,or fish1
 or walk1 or swim the silent pool4      
,here did ,i spend the morning of my    
days1     ,and learn'd by grace1 to walk
 in wisdom's ways1     ,its scenes can  
court my soul's affections yet1         
,their charms are such they cannot be   
forgot4      ,o yes1 the cottage once   
again ,i see1     ,which oft has prov'd 
a safe retreat for me1     ,from wintry 
tempest1 or my neighbour's frown1       
,from piercing frost1 or scorching sun  
at noon3      ,its walls my castle1 and 
its roof a guard1     ,as from the cloud
 the forked lightning glared4     ,here 
did ,i notice first with wond'ring eye1 

,the rainbow's beauty1 and the bright   
blue sky2--      ,the morning sun1 or   
the pale evening star1     ,the moon's  
eclipse1 or comet's sign of war6        
,here oft our little tribe have muster'd
 up1     ,and from each eye have wiped  
the crystal drop2--      ,each other    
cheer'd when dark misfortune frown'd1   
,as we our little fire have circled     
round6     ,what each had read1 or heard
 in times before1     ,each eager open'd
 out his little store2--      ,of fairy 
stories1 stormy seas1 or sands1         
,rocks1 woods1 or caves1 or dens in     
foreign lands1     ,enchanted castles1  
weapons1 sceptres1 crowns1     ,of      
friars1 giants1 hermits1 smiles and     
frowns6      ,thus oft our lonely       
evenings pass'd away1     ,till glad we 
welcom'd in the morning ray2--     ,ours
 might have been the cottage of content1
     ,but we an absent ,father did      
lament4      ,now wide dispers'd whom   
nature so endear'd1     ,no evening     
song1 no conversation's heard6     ,the 

garden walls we did so often climb1     
,are desolated by the hand of time6     
,oft on yon sunny bank our feet have    
been1     ,or skimm'd the frozen pond   
upon the green2     ,where ,i may wander
 now1 and sigh alone1     ,o'er         
pleasures past1 and never to return6    
,o ,land belov'd6 ,thou still art dear  
to me6     ,i still behold a comeliness 
in thee1     ,which to express ,i cannot
 language find1     ,nor vent the deep  
emotions of my mind6      ,though       
transient joys have ta'en their lasting 
flight1     ,in thee ,i see a permanent 
delight1--     ,a secret sympathy ,i    
can't express1     ,which seems to feed 
the flame of happiness6      ,but what  
is best of all1 religion thrives1       
,the desert sings1 the work of ,god     
revives6     ,cold1 frozen hearts have  
felt the melting flame     ,of ,jesu's  
love1 and spread abroad the same6       
,sing on1 ye tribes1 sweet peace ye may 
secure1     ,your wants supplied from   
field and fountain pure2     ,live1 and 

enjoy your privilege great1     ,nor    
ever more forget the mercy seat6        
,no midnight revels here your door      
molest1     ,nor wild confusion robs you
 of your rest2     ,here you in silence 
may your eyelids close1--     ,on downy 
pillows find a sweet repose6      ,here 
broad back'd mountains raise their heads
 immense1     ,and rocky bulwarks rise  
for your defence1     ,whose silent     
caves present sublimer charms1     ,than
 the shrill trumpet1 or than war's      
alarms4      ,o happy man1 who safe from
 winter's frown1     ,lies anchor'd in a
 harbour of his own2     ,he whose chief
 treasure is a humble mind1     ,by     
truth enlighten'd and by grace refined6 
,who suffers not his flock to go astray1
     ,but early learns his tribes to    
sing and pray2     ,though he but little
 knows of men and things1     ,yet      
having this he needs not envy ,kings6   
,bend1 ,o ye kings6 and at ,god's altar 
bow1--     ,your ,god hath left a       
brighter throne for you2     ,and       

costlier robes than yours ,he laid      
aside1     ,and in your stead1 ,he      
suffer'd1 bled1 and died6      ,be not  
deceiv'd1 ye all must stoop as low      
,as a poor beggar1 ,jesu's love to know3
     ,the beggar1 or the king1 that     
throne to gain1     ,must know what's   
meant by being born again6      ,the    
number of the faithful1 ,lord1 increase1
     ,and fill their habitations with   
thy peace2     ,that all may know1 e'en 
husband1 child1 and wife1     ,the      
benefits of a religious life4      ,o   
still ride on1 thou mighty matchless    
,king1     ,till all thy favour feel1   
and praises sing2--     ,thy favour1    
which alone true joy imparts1     ,is   
thy law written on thy people's hearts4 
,by thine omnipotence o'ercome thy foes1
     ,and make them dread thy name1 and 
own thy laws2     ,o let not sin for    
ever them deceive1     ,but spare them  
breath to pray1 repent1 and live6       
,o may my scatter'd tribe thy voice     
attend1     ,and with thy ransom'd few  

their voices blend3     ,i long to see  
them with their names enroll'd          
,among thy people1 in thine earthly     
fold4      ,o ,god1 'tis thine1 ,i leave
 the cause with ,thee1     ,to give them
 ears to hear1 and eyes to see1     ,and
 hearts to feel2--apply the sprinkled   
blood1     ,and purify1 and make them   
sons of ,god6      ,the ties of         
,friendship cling around my heart1      
,while ,i from much lov'd scenes am     
forced to part1     ,and leave the      
beauties of my native home1     ,with   
weary step1 far o'er yon hills to roam4 
,o may ,i gain a seat on ,zion's hill1  
,where ,i no more shall bid my friends  
farewell2     ,nor mix with parting     
tears the morning dew1     ,nor drop my 
pen1 nor sigh my last adieu6     ,,the  
,,two ,,hours' ,,task6       7,a        
congratulatory ,address to the ,lambs1  
on their appearance in      ,spring47   
,welcome1 little peaceful strangers1    
,to your fields and pastures green1     
,fearless of surrounding dangers1       

,since no dangers you have seen4        
,while the sun is on you beaming1       
,that you may new strength receive1     
,sweet new milk is for you streaming1   
,that you may partake and live4         
,spring1 with all her charms1 invites   
you1       ,now to taste the tender     
blade2     ,birds are singing to delight
 you1       ,whether in the sun or      
shade4      ,nature has with gladness   
crown'd you1       ,woodlands echo at   
your birth1     ,spreads a flowery      
carpet round you1       ,bids you walk  
in freedom forth4      ,but beware of   
your destroyer1       ,crafty ,reynard  
stalks the plains1     ,to your shepherd
 cleave then closer1       ,or he'll    
drain your little veins4      ,in your  
merry evening gambols1       ,of        
surrounding foes beware1     ,also in   
your distant rambles1       ,see you    
wander not too far4      ,fell          
destruction round you hovers1           
,therefore caution don't despise1       
,croaking ravens wait in numbers1       

,to pick out your little eyes4      ,go 
not forth without your shepherd1        
,be not lifted up with pride1     ,for  
if peaceful you would slumber1          
,you must never leave his side4         
,till your strength is perfected1       
,keep within your master's ground1      
,you shall never be neglected1       ,if
 you thus are faithful found4      ,see 
yon lamb that now is bleating1          
,him misfortune calls its own2     ,and 
mark'd out an early victim1       ,from 
the flock he strays alone4      ,see the
 little lonely mourner1       ,like a   
bull-rush hangs his head1     ,seeks a  
solitary corner1       ,and refuses to  
be fed4      ,life to him appears a     
burden1       ,this his wailings        
testify1     ,earth no pleasures can    
afford him1       ,he will shortly droop
 and die4      ,ere he drink the crystal
 fountain1       ,ere he dance the      
flowery plain1     ,ere he bleat on     
yonder mountain1       ,he returns to   
earth again4      ,emblem of that happy 

infant       ,which was born the other  
day1     ,but before it knew            
bereavement1       ,from the earth was  
call'd away4      ,call'd to more       
delightful regions1       ,ere he       
learn'd his mother tongue1     ,there to
 speak a purer language1       ,there to
 sing a sweeter song4      ,on his ,lord
 to wait attendant1       ,and to sing  
redeeming love1     ,seated on a throne 
resplendent1       ,in a brighter world 
above4      ,cheerful lambs around us   
caper1       ,woodland songsters hail   
the morn2     ,but frail man is doom'd  
to labour1       ,weep1 and sweat1 and  
sigh1 and mourn4      ,yet there is a   
higher station1       ,man is born for  
nobler joys1     ,if he seeks and finds 
salvation1       ,he shall sing above   
the skies4      ,though he be a fallen  
creature1       ,subject here to droop  
and die1     ,the ,lamb of ,god can     
change his nature1       ,and take all  
his sins away6     ,,the ,,country      
,,blunder6       ,some lines which ,i   

have lately penn'd     ,may prove a     
caution to a friend2     ,indeed as such
 they are intended1     ,and to my      
friends are recommended4      ,but some1
 though caution'd night and morn1       
,will not take heed1 howe'er we warn1   
,but still to make their neighbours fun1
     ,will obstinately blunder on4      
,a servant man in ,glazedale glen1      
,did lately shoot a fine pea-hen3       
,taking her for a pheasant good1        
,lately stray'd from the neighb'ring    
wood4      ,but had he studied well the 
season1     ,he might have found        
sufficient reason1     ,to have         
convinc'd him1 there and then1          
',twas neither pheasant1 cock nor hen6  
,for is it common thus to see1          
,where there is neither bush nor tree1  
,a pheasant pick1 in open day8--        
,much more upon the ,king's highway8    
,to view her well he did not fail1      
,her rosy comb1 and fine long tail1     
,and call'd her without more ado1     ,a
 pheasant1--and a fine one too6         

,but beast1 or bird1 it makes no matter1
     ,he takes his gun and jingles at   
her2     ,and ere that bird his mercy   
begs1     ,she tumbles down1 with broken
 legs6      ,he then did speedily run   
out1     ,and twin'd her slender neck   
about1     ,with pleasure sparkling in  
his eyes1     ,thinking he'd got a      
famous prize6      ,but one whose senses
 were awake1     ,did soon point out his
 sad mistake2     ,his countenance did  
alter1 when     ,he found it was a fine 
pea-hen6      ,he thought his neighbours
 then would scoff1     ,and poets soon  
would take him off2     ,too late he    
wish'd and strove in vain1     ,to bring
 his hen to life again6      ,ye        
poachers all1 both young and old1       
,if you don't think my pen too bold2--  
,or may ,i say1 kind gentlemen1--       
,take warning by this same pea-hen6     
,mind well what creatures you abuse2    
,they all were given by ,god for use3-- 
,lest you should make your neighbours   
fun1     ,look well before you point    

your gun6      ,or you by chance may    
shoot a horse2--     ,the other's       
bad1--this would be worse3     ,yet such
 a thing was lately done1     ,and by a 
badly managed gun6      ,the thorns or  
thistles1 stones or whins1     ,may     
prick your legs1 or break your shins2   
,yet those who'd buy instruction cheap1 
,should always look before they leap6   
,if still my counsel you disdain1     ,i
 may hereafter write again2     ,and    
should you not mind what you do1     ,i 
may inform of some of you6     ,a       
,,sinner ,,saved ,,by ,,grace4          
,come1 fellow sinner1 lend an ear1      
,and listen while ,i now declare        
,what ,god hath done for me2     ,his   
word hath broke my stony heart1     ,my 
soul hath felt the piercing smart1      
,of guilt and misery6      ,long time ,i
 went about distress'd1     ,nor day nor
 night could ,i find rest1              
,till ,i his voice did hear1     ,till  
,i beheld ,him on the ,cross2--     ,my 
soul did then her burden lose1          

,and all its slavish fear6      ,to ,him
 who doth my foes controul1     ,i      
look'd and ,he hath heal'd my soul1     
,and all my sins forgiven3     ,hence   
may ,i turn my feeble sight     ,to     
yonder realms of peace and light1       
,and live and die for ,heaven6      ,oh 
hasten1 sinners1 to be wise2     ,while 
,jesu's mercy loudly cries1             
,do you salvation take2--     ,but if   
you're stubborn to the last1     ,then  
be assur'd you will be cast1            
,into the burning lake6      ,say you1  
,where shall we find the ,lord1         
,according to his ,holy ,word1          
,to heal our wounded mind8     ,while   
some say here1 and others there1     ,we
 long to see the temple where           
,we may salvation find6      ,wherever  
two or three are met1     ,whose faces  
,zion ward are set1             ,he's   
promis'd there to be2     ,o seek the   
,lord without delay1     ,and cry for   
mercy night and day1             ,till  
you're from sin set free6      ,when you

 by grace are born again1     ,then     
publish to the sons of men1             
,that you this path have trod2     ,that
 others may for mercy cry1     ,and     
saints may lift their voices high1      
,and glorify their ,god6     ,,the      
,,portion ,,of ,,the ,,just4       ,how 
blessed a thing ,hallelujah to sing1    
,when time shall with us be no more3--  
,at the ,judge's right hand all the     
faithful shall stand1         ,his      
goodness to see and adore6      ,in that
 heavenly place in the light of his     
face1         ,they in mansions of glory
 shall dwell2     ,no more the big tear 
on their face shall appear1         ,for
 to sorrow they've bid a ,farewell6     
,above and below rich clusters do grow1 
,of the grapes of that ,canaan so pure2 
,his welcome so sweet makes the banquet 
complete1         ,and they sing of ,his
 mercy secure6      ,death vanquish'd1  
they sing1 and spoil'd of his sting1    
,of ,hell conquer'd by ,christ from     
above2     ,on the plains of delight    

with thousands in white1         ,they  
shall walk and converse of ,his love6   
,but the wicked1 alas1 when their       
sentence shall pass1         ,shall at  
once into darkness be driven1           
,fierce pains to endure with spirits    
impure1         ,who were hurl'd from   
their places in heaven6      ,oh1 if    
thou dost crave above all things to have
         ,a seat with thy ,saviour      
divine1     ,no longer delay1 nor rest  
night nor day1         ,till a          
scriptural title is thine6     ,,the    
,,happy ,,choice6       ,jesus6 thy name
 to me hath charms1         ,outvieing  
all beneath the sun2     ,thy secret    
love my bosom warms1         ,and in my 
soul 'tis heav'n begun6      ,no peace  
like that thy presence brings1          
,no joys like those thou dost impart2   
,anon1 with healing in thy wings1       
,thou com'st to heal the broken heart6  
,thy footsteps may ,i always see1       
,under thy shadow may ,i dwell6     ,i  
give my life1 my all to thee1           

,and triumph o'er the powers of ,hell6  
,thou dost my soul with rapture fill1   
,no more for mammon ,i contend2     ,i  
glory in the joys ,i feel1              
,while thou dost comfort and defend6    
,o let thy name be always sweet         
,as honey1 from the rock1 that flows2   
,so shall ,i gladly turn my feet1       
,where'er my blessed ,master goes6      
,,on ,,the ,,death ,,of ,,john ,,morley4
       ,heard you that groan8 ',twas    
from a dying man6       ,a man just gone
 into ,eternity6     ,redeem thy time6  
,thy life is but a span6       ,that    
language1--,hark6 ,it speaks to you and 
me6      ,a man of health1 and strength1
 and spirits gay1       ,the solemn call
 seem'd distant to his view2     ,but1  
lo1 how soon the victim's snatch'd away 
,by ,death's rude hand1 and bids the    
world adieu6      ,fearless of danger1  
he1 twelve days before1       ,went to  
the field to share the common lot1      
,with the sharp scythe to cut the grass 
or flower1       ,but1 ah1 the secret   

lesson he forgot6      ,all flesh is    
grass1 or like the flowery field1       
,so soon 'tis faded1 wither'd1 or cut   
down2     ,to time's embrace its charms 
are forc'd to yield1       ,the winds   
pass over it1 and it is gone6      ,when
 heated by the sun's meridian ray1      
,and parch'd with thirst1 to drink he   
felt inclin'd1     ,dropping his scythe1
 poor ,morley took his way1       ,in   
hopes some cool1 refreshing stream to   
find6      ,to yonder river to receive  
his death1       ,with sweat1 like      
dewdrops1 hanging on his brow1     ,he  
hastes--nor thinks he must resign his   
breath1       ,and to the lonely        
church-yard shortly go6      ,thus      
bathed in sweat the river's bank he     
gains1       ,and drinks1 and washes in 
the crystal flood2     ,when lo6 an icy 
coldness chills his veins1              
,affects his senses1 and inflames his   
blood6      ,he medical assistance      
quickly sought1       ,excessive pain   
depriv'd his eyes of sleep2             

,physicians soon their powerful         
medicines brought1       ,but ah6 the   
fatal dart had pierc'd too deep6        
,the fever rages1 not a limb is free1   
,it mocks the power of remedies applied2
     ,friends weep1 and wish for his    
recovery2--       ,alas6 their warmest  
wishes are denied4      ,his fate seems 
hard1 but yet ,heav'n sees it fit1      
,and ,heaven's will is best1 we must    
agree2--     ,sooner or later we must   
all submit       ,to ,death's loud      
call1--to nature's stern decree6        
,the surgeon blushes while his patient  
bleeds1       ,all hope soon vanishes of
 life below2     ,with hasty step the   
monster ,death proceeds1       ,lifts   
his fell dart1 and strikes the fatal    
blow6      ,his wife distracted doth her
 loss deplore1       ,his children weep 
as though their hearts would break2     
,they shrieking cry1 ,our father is no  
more6       ,o where shall we our lonely
 refuge seek8      ,where shall we find 
so true1 so kind a friend8       ,where 

shall we find a sharer in our grief8    
,where shall we find a ,father to       
attend1--       ,to wipe our tears1 or  
point us to relief8      ,o haste6 ,o   
haste6 the house of prayer attend1      
,and plead your cause1 bow'd at your    
,saviour's feet2     ,to ,heaven daily  
let your prayers ascend1       ,and     
there a ,friend1 and ,father you shall  
meet6      ,poor ,morley's dead6 the    
startled village cries6       ,his wife1
 a widow1 has in tears to grieve6       
,while he1 outstretched1 now pale and   
silent lies1       ,nor tongue1 nor eye1
 nor hand a motion give6      ,no more  
his whistle echo's through the grove1   
,nor clashing gates pursue his loaded   
steed2     ,no more he through the      
fields doth rove1       ,to play the    
flute1 or blow the rustic reed6      ,no
 more the rolling flood's at his        
controul1       ,nor willing servant    
runs when he shall bid2     ,but        
mournfully ,i hear the death bell toll1 
,to hail him welcome to his lonely bed6 

,but ,oh1 the soul6 ,that ever during   
spark1       ,kindled in him by the     
,almighty's breath1     ,still lives1   
though we her passage cannot mark6--    
,she lives1 though she hath pass'd the  
vale of death6      ,where has she fled8
 ,what is her portion now1       ,while 
,i upon his death thus meditate8        
',tis mystery this we mortals must not  
know1--       ,and cries1 ,prepare ye1  
for a future state6      ,her portion's 
that for which she was prepar'd2--      
,though suddenly remov'd from earth     
below1     ,no more can she reject her  
just reward1       ,she shares eternal  
happiness1 or woe6      ,to trace her   
flight might but insult her ,king1      
,since ,he for guilty sinners once did  
bleed6--     ,the muse in silence drops 
her feeble wing1       ,refusing any    
further to proceed6     ,,the           
,,servant',s ,,address ,,to ,,his       
,,master2       ,on deriding him for    
becoming a ,methodist6       ,master1 ,i
 beg you'll pardon1 while ,i speak1     

,the liberty ,i now presume to take2    
,and trust the brief apology you'll     
hear1     ,will please1 if you will     
please to lend an ear4      ,wilt thou  
forsake the ,church8 did you not say8   
,and strive to get to ,heaven some      
nearer way8     ,a better way perhaps by
 you believ'd3--     ,but 'twill be well
 if you are not deceiv'd8               
,deceiv'd1 or not1 we are resolv'd to   
go2     ,if ,christ be with us1 all is  
well we know6     ,he is our ,leader1   
,he marks out the way1     ,inviting all
 to come1 and none to stay6      ,the   
,church1 or doctrine1 we've no cause to 
blame1     ',tis to ourselves that we   
ascribe the shame6     ,the way to      
heav'n was certainly made plain1        
,when told to run so that we might      
obtain4      ,our prayers and praises   
were so faint and few1     ,we thought  
one day in seven would surely do1       
,to praise ,him who is worthy of more   
praise1     ,than our best powers are   
qualified to raise6      ,oft when we   

did approach the throne of grace1       
,our hearts and thoughts were in some   
other place4     ,o shameful truth6 ,and
 yet it is most true6     ,but          
conscience told us this would never do6 
,the nearest way to ,heaven that we can 
go1     ,is cleaving close to ,christ   
while here below2     ',tis ,he that can
 our sinking footsteps stay1     ,and   
vain the man who seeks another way6     
,the man who truly has this race begun1 
,will see no time to stand1 but strive  
to run2     ,the night is coming1 and   
will soon be here1     ,he'll therefore 
oft betake himself to prayer3      ,lest
 strength should fail1 or he should grow
 luke-warm1     ,and his weak soul1 the 
enemy disarm6     ,that ,book declares1 
whose ,author is ,the ,truth1     ,the  
careless soul1 ,he'll spew out of his   
mouth6      ,hence1 doth he see he must 
be cold or hot2     ,must either have   
the ,spirit of ,christ1 or not3--       
,if on examination he lacks this1       
,god's ,book declares that he is none of

 ,his6      ,if not a child of ,god1 a  
child of hell1     ,and dying thus1 he  
must with devils dwell2--     ,and when 
his earthly hopes have taken flight1    
,be then shut up in everlasting night6  
,a sinner when he sees himself aright1  
,sees that his brightest day is turned  
to night2     ,the things that once were
 his delight and joy1     ,do all his   
fondest hopes at once destroy6          
,god's ,book like ,sinai's mount to him 
appears1     ,its sentences like thunder
 stun his ears6     ,he strives to      
soothe himself1 but strives in vain1    
,till ,god1 to him the secret doth      
explain4      ,he sees and feels the    
awful load of sin1     ,nor can aught   
ease the grief that he is in1     ,until
 he hears ,god's cheering1 still small  
voice1     ,which calms his fears1 and  
bids his soul rejoice6      ,a man must 
know his sins on earth forgiven1     ,or
 he'll not read his title clear for     
,heaven2     ,if this you think too     
strong to be believ'd1     ,i'm sure1 in

 death1 that you will be deceiv'd6      
,i am resolv'd a pilgrim now to be1     
,let worldly men say what they will of  
me2     ,and through the grace of ,god1 
though ,hell resist1     ,i'll live and 
die a faithful ,methodist6      ,i see  
the pilgrim's life is far the best1     
,scorn'd by the world1 but yet by ,jesus
 blest6     ,when death shall come1 the 
,heav'nly land in view1     ,in peace1  
,i'll bid this world of sin ,adieu6     
,,sabbath ,,morning ,,musings4       ,i 
was glad when they said unto me1 ,let us
 go into the house      of the ,lord4   
,psalm4 cxxii4 #a4       ,how do ,i love
 thy courts1 ,o ,lord6         ,what    
glories they unfold3     ,the joys they 
do to me afford1         ,more precious 
are than gold6      ,the very gates     
through which ,i pass1         ,are     
beautiful to me6     ,what numbers here 
beneath the grass1         ,in silent   
slumber lie6      ,while ,i approach    
this solemn ground1         ,my thoughts
 ,i will controul2--     ,the tolling   

bell1 with mournful sound1              
,affects my inmost soul6      ,while    
musing o'er the silent dead1            
,what wonders do ,i see6     ,the very  
dust on which ,i tread1         ,once   
liv'd1 and mov'd like me6      ,here    
things mysterious ,i perceive1          
,things which ,i can't explain2--       
,wak'd by that voice which ,heav'n shall
 give1         ,this dust shall rise    
again6      ,then some to everlasting   
life1         ,exultingly shall rise2   
,while some to everlasting death1       
,shall go with weeping eyes6      ,such 
as we sow1 that shall we reap2          
,the sowing time is now3--     ,o may ,i
 watch1 and faithful1 keep         ,my  
station at the plough6      ,o what's   
this world with all its joys1           
,but a delusive dream2     ,the dead1 as
 speaking witnesses1         ,all       
testify the same4      ,they preach in  
lectures loud and plain1         ,though
 silent1 cold1 and deep2     ,they tell 
me1 if the earth remain1         ,i soon

 like them shall sleep6      ,they cry  
to all1 ,repent1 believe1         ,and  
you shall pardon'd be2     ,unless that 
blessing you receive1         ,you're   
lost eternally6      ,the dial faithful 
to its task1         ,the sun in yonder 
sky1     ,both show to us without a     
mask1         ,how swift the moments    
fly6      ,redeem thy time6 they seem to
 say1         ,thy life is but a span2  
,for what are three score years and ten8
         ,and that's the age of man6    
,here on a level all are laid1          
,here none the conquest have6     ,the  
robes that once the rich array'd1       
,are tarnish'd by the grave6      ,the  
cheek which blossom'd like the rose1    
,has lost its lovely charms2     ,that  
beauteous form the lover chose1         
,is clasp'd in ,death's cold arms4      
,all earthly hopes1 and earthly joys1   
,and prospects must decay2--     ,but   
they who serve their ,god aright1       
,shall live in endless day6      ,how   
wondrously the scene is chang'd6        

,how lovely they appear6     ,i view    
them in their state arrang'd1           
,with more delight than fear6      ,ah6 
once the scene was not so fair1         
,i scarce could read a stone6     ,but  
grace can conquer slavish fear1--       
,with joy ,i look thereon6      ,the    
opening grave oft spoil'd the hinge1    
,on which my fancy play'd2     ,the     
skulls and bones would make me cringe1  
,while ,i their forms survey'd4         
,chill horror used to haunt my breast1  
,while sin therein remain'd2--     ,but 
,jesu's name be ever blest1         ,i  
have his favour gain'd6      ',tis faith
 perfumes destruction's breath1         
,our ,jesu's strong to save2     ',tis  
faith removes the sting of death1       
,the terrors of the grave6      ,how oft
 have ,i in giddy maze1         ,this   
sacred passage trod6     ,not thinking  
'twas so pure a place1         ,much    
less the house of ,god6      ,his mercy 
doth preserve me still1         ,he doth
 not always chide2     ,but waits that  

all ,his love may feel1         ,since  
he for all hath died4      ,behind some 
lofty pillar here1         ,in silence  
let me steal2     ,and tread ,his courts
 with humble fear1         ,and low     
before him kneel4      ,with fearful1   
trembling1 broken heart1         ,to him
 ,i lift mine eyes2     ,and wait till  
,he his love impart1         ,and       
conscience bid me rise6      ,then will 
,i praise ,thee1 ,o my ,god1            
,when in my heart it glows6     ,and    
gladly wait to hear thy ,word1          
,and catch it as it flows6      ,then   
may ,i keep thy sabbaths pure1          
,and still thy house attend2     ,until 
that sabbath shall commence1            
,which never hath an end6     ,,lines   
,,on ,,leaving ,,fryup1 ,,in ,,search   
,,of ,,work4       ,i'm sorry1 ,fryup6  
thee to leave1     ,but thou deniest    
what ,i crave1           ,though ,i have
 ask'd with tears6     ,oft have ,i     
drunk at thy pure rills1     ,and       
labour'd 'mongst thy moorland hills1    

,for many toilsome years6      ',twas   
oft to me a painful task1     ,thine aid
 in time of need to ask1           ,so  
often sought before2     ,and many times
 my small demand1     ,was torn1 as with
 a trembling hand1           ,reluctant 
from thy store6      ,oft have ,i rang'd
 thy verdant woods1     ,where roses    
bursting from their buds1               
,have struck my wondering eye6     ,and 
oft have ,i thy woodbines cropt3--      
,while from my hand the sweet flowers   
dropt1           ,i've thought1--,i too 
must die6      ,here1 with each         
morning's early dawn1     ,i lov'd to   
walk the flowery lawn1           ,to    
hear thy warblers sing6     ,or when at 
eve their songs were mute1     ,i've    
sooth'd my fancy with my flute1         
,and made thy woodlands ring6      ,i've
 seen thy mountains clad with snow1     
,while shelter'd in the vale below1     
',midst hospitable friends6     ,for all
 their kindnesses to me1     ,may       
,heav'n bless every family1             

,and make them full amends6      ,but   
trade is now so dull and dead1     ,a   
man can hardly earn his bread1          
,in winter's frost and snow3     ,so ,i 
must take my staff in hand1     ,and    
travel to some distant land1            
,till here more plenty grow6      ,i    
grieve to leave the ,sunday ,school1    
,where ,i with gratitude of soul1       
,have taught with great delight1        
,the youthful1 rising sons of men1      
,to steer safe past the gulf of sin1    
,by glorious gospel light4      ,with   
men of understanding heart1     ,i      
always joy'd to act my part1            
,where ,i may teach no more3--          
,where ,i1 myself have oft been taught1 
,and blessings gain'd beyond my thought1
           ,from ,heaven's bounteous    
store6      ,as when the sailor points  
the keel1     ,for ancient ,greenland's 
icy field1           ,so ,i my course   
must steer6     ,i need assistance at   
the helm1     ,lest life's rough sea    
should overwhelm           ,my soul1--no

 harbour near6      ,for quicksands and 
contrary winds1     ,and enemies as well
 as friends1           ,i still expect  
to find3     ,there is a ,friend who    
lives above1     ,to all who do ,his    
precepts love1           ,he proves both
 true and kind6      ,to ,him ,i will   
address my prayer2     ,my little bark  
unto ,his care1           ,with         
confidence ,i'll trust6     ,a steady   
course1 ,o may ,i steer1     ,and if to 
,him ,i prove sincere1           ,he'll 
land me safe at last6     ,,the         
,,swallow6       7,on being deprived of 
her nest by some ,sparrows47       ,a   
,swallow one evening was sweeping along1
       ',mongst such as against her were
 spiteful1     ,an impudent ,sparrow    
requested a song1       ,affirming her  
voice was delightful6           ,the    
innocent ,swallow consented1            
,but afterwards sadly repented2     ,for
 the nest she had been at such pains to 
erect1           ,she was soon from     
enjoying prevented6      ,to the ridge  

of the barn they hurried along1         
,as fast as their feathers could speed  
them1     ,where she tweedled and sung1 
in her ,african tongue1       ,her      
favourite anthem on ,freedom6           
,while she was this ,sparrow amusing1   
,the rest were her labours abusing2--   
,they had taken possession both of      
garret and floor1           ,and were in
 her best chamber carousing6      ,when 
the ,sparrow beheld by the flood in her 
eye1       ,how much this bad treatment 
did grieve her1     ,with contempt in   
his manner he bade her good by          
,nor pitied1 nor tried to relieve her6  
,still her sweet little song did not    
alter1           ,her delicate voice did
 not falter2     ,but she tweedled and  
sung what was next to be done1          
,as though she alone was the faulter6   
,reproving the ,sparrows she then seem'd
 to say1       ,to you we are surely no 
strangers2     ,to pay you this visit1  
in crossing the sea1--       ,we        
encounter a great many dangers4         

,o ,sparrows6 why have you betray'd us8 
',tis cruelty thus to invade us6     ,we
 bring summer with us1 take nothing     
away1           ,o ,sparrows6 why have  
you betray'd us8     ,a ,,call ,,to     
,,the ,,careless6       ,awake6 ,o ye   
sleepers1 awake6         ,or soon you   
will smart 'neath the rod6     ,be      
thankful you're not in the lake1        
,that burns with the anger of ,god6     
,your life as a vapour will prove1      
,your days as a shadow will flee2       
,then seek to have treasure above1      
,and struggle from sin to be free6      
,o sinners6 be honest and yield         
,to the ,spirit of ,god when ,he        
strives2     ,or you will be slain in   
the field1         ,when ,he with ,his  
army arrives6      ,this ,jesus shall   
conquer the world6         ,the proud   
and the lofty subdue6     ,with terrible
 banners unfurl'd1         ,shall sift  
both believers and you3--      ,the     
poor1 not because he is poor1           
,nor the rich for his riches regard2    

,but thoroughly purging ,his floor1     
,appoint unto each his reward6          
,believers6 who wish to be whole2--     
,a fountain long open hath been1     ,to
 wash out the spots of the soul1--      
,o hasten to wash and be clean6         
,when sin shall experience its death1   
,then you the grand secret shall know2  
,shall ,heaven enjoy upon ,earth1       
,and be happy and useful below6     ,,to
 ,a ,,horse1 ,,dying ,,alone6           
,poor1 hapless beast1 thus left by all  
below1     ,amongst the noblest of      
,god's creatures1 thou1                 
,once free from pain1             ,didst
 trip the plain2     ,but ,oh6 how much 
thy case is alter'd now6      ,thy groom
 and master seem to stand aloof6     ,is
 it1 because of thee they've had enough8
             ,is it respect1            
,or sheer neglect1     ,that of their   
care thou hast no stronger proof8       
,perhaps they do not like to hear or see
     ,thy last deep groan1 thy dying    
agony6             ,the grass upspurn'd1

             ,thine eye upturn'd1       
,bespeak its weight to heedless passers 
by6      ,that hoarse deep sigh1 the sad
 effect of sin1     ,proclaims the depth
 of agony within6             ,on man   
and beast1             ,greatest and    
least1     ,grim ,death doth feed1 and  
glad his victim win6      ,the blue     
shade gathers on thy glassy eye1     ,so
 sternly fix'd upon the evening sky2    
,once full of light1                    
,through darkest night1     ,it proved  
its master's guide to home and family6  
,thy lovely form1 once beauteous to     
behold1     ,for which thy master parted
 with his gold2             ,and this   
thy dappled hide1             ,though   
once its owner's pride1     ,now for a  
thing of nought will soon be sold6      
,that ear through which the slightest   
sound inspir'd     ,vigour1 when        
pressing business oft requir'd2         
,already cold as clay1             ,doth
 now inactive lay1     ,nor startles at 
that gun which now is fired6      ,thy  

frolics and thy gambols now are past1   
,thy last stage is run2--thou art dying 
fast3             ,perhaps ere ,i1      
,at home shall be1     ,thou unattended 
wilt have breath'd thy last6      ,the  
stall is vacant where thou lov'dst to   
be1     ,the curb and saddle now are    
nought to thee6             ,the whip   
and spur1             ,thou car'st not  
for1     ,but leav'st to others as thy  
legacy6      ,while ,i string up my     
rhymes to make them chord1     ,and thus
 thy melancholy fate record1            
,perhaps near thee1             ,in some
 old tree1     ,the lonely night bird   
sings thy funeral ode6   ,,moral4       
,some while their cup is full can laugh 
at ,death1     ,and light esteem that   
power which lends them breath2          
,but be that far1             ,as yon   
pale star1     ,from him who now its    
progress witnesseth6      ,did men but  
see how near is his approach1     ,they 
would with morning sun1 or nightly      
torch1             ,themselves prepare1 

,and search with care1     ,and strictly
 watch each avenue and porch6      ,nor 
would they rest1 at business or in bed1 
,till every foe was found1 and captive  
led2             ,till all the soul1    
,from stains most foul1     ,was wash'd1
 or till the contrite tear was shed6    
,a fountain from the mount of ,god doth 
flow1     ,for all who will take time   
and pains to go1             ,whose     
healing stream1             ,doth freely
 teem1     ,to wash polluted sinners    
white as snow6      ,a soul thus wash'd 
shall joyful rise again1     ,by ,death 
unscar'd1 and on angelic wing1          
,shall mount above1             ,to ,him
 whose love     ,and power deprive the  
monster of his sting6     ,,musings     
,,during ,,affliction2  ,,or  ,,the     
,,search ,,after ,,happiness4       ,he 
shall fly away as a dream4 7,job4 xx4   
#h47       ,while here ,i sit musing    
alone1         ,not sharing the toils of
 the day1     ,my spirit doth inwardly  
groan1         ,at the symptoms ,i feel 

of decay4      ,my care burden'd mind   
can't be still1         ,though the     
external fabric be maim'd2     ,some    
part must be working the will           
,of ,him who that fabric hath framed4   
,the merchant looks over his books1     
,and hopes well to finish the day2      
,so life hath some corners and nooks1   
,it might not be wrong to survey4       
,if the morning of life we behold1      
,when all seems delightful and bright1  
,the rosebud doth scarcely unfold1      
,but 'tis gone as a dream of the night6 
,if to youth our attention we turn1     
,when all is enchanting and free2       
,when very few know how to mourn1       
,and all things seem pleasant and gay4  
,a something we sought in the fields1-- 
,alas6 as oft sought it in vain6        
,the joys that such scenery yields1     
,are such as we cannot retain4      ,we 
sought in the meadows and groves1       
,in the woods1 by the rivers and        
streams2     ,but all our vain hopes and
 our loves1         ,were like wood to  

the furnace's flames6      ,the old     
pathway still puts us in mind1          
,though its stones are forsaken and     
green1     ,of youthful affections1 so  
kind1         ,though now scarce a      
vestige is seen6      ,we long have been
 wandering abroad1         ,and have    
learn'd to sorrow and weep2     ,while  
some have been lost on the road1        
,and others have sunk in the deep6      
,in the fire-side circle we sought1     
,but found by the glimmering light1     
,that soon as the shadows we caught2    
,they fled like a dream of the night6   
,there were some whom we knew in the    
flesh1         ,seem'd happy1 and       
healthy1 and strong2     ,but before    
they obtain'd their wish1         ,they1
 alas6 in a moment were gone6           
',twas gloomy and dark at their end1    
,no light in their death did appear2    
,that happiness would them attend1      
,was hoped--but hope turn'd to despair6 
,alas6 how neglectful they lived1       
,how sad an example they set1     ,how  

many fair youths were deceiv'd1         
,who are not yet free from the net6     
,they surely had time to repent1        
,to weep1 and to sorrow1 and pray2      
,but time that should thus have been    
spent1         ,was wantonly squander'd 
away4      ,they quick were cut off at a
 stroke1         ,were hurried away from
 our sight2     ,the bonds of their     
friendship all broke1         ,they fled
 like a dream of the night4      ,though
 long in the grave they have lain1      
,and long since have gone to decay1     
,remembrance can raise them again1      
,as fresh as they were in life's day4   
,we remember the look of the face1      
,the language that glanc'd from the eye1
     ,the cough1 or the laugh1 or some  
grace1         ,by which we their forms 
can descry4      ,how short our         
acquaintance appears1         ,our      
pleasures1 how swift was their flight6  
,before we could number their years1    
,they fled as a dream of the night6     
,in manhood we sought it abroad1        

,and mix'd with the mirthful and gay1   
,when liberty lengthen'd the cord1      
,and tempted our feet far astray4       
,then away to the races and fairs1      
,when seasons and friends did invite2   
,to the shows1 to the stalls1 and their 
wares1         ,and to music and dancing
 at night6      ,we sought it by land   
and by sea1--         ,where'er we      
directed our eyes1     ,all said1       
,pleasure is not in me6         ,my     
beauty is all a disguise6      ,o       
,happiness6 where dost thou dwell8      
,o where shall we search with success8  
,from the court to the cottage or cell1 
,all seem the abodes of distress6       
,oft have we reflected with pain1       
,and fancied while counting the cost1   
,if restor'd to childhood again1        
,we'd recover the thing we had lost4    
,then happiness seem'd to be ours1--    
,we roved by the river or glen2     ,the
 birds1 and the bushes1 and flowers1    
,appear'd as a paradise then6      ,yon 
hill1 and the stone on the plain1       

,remind us whenever we pass1     ,where 
we in a fairy-like train1         ,have 
scamper'd about on the grass6      ,gone
 by are our childhood and youth1        
,and gone is each transient delight2    
,they told us1--who told us the truth1--
         ,they'd pass as a dream of the 
night4      ,by the faithful discourse  
of a friend1         ,we were told1     
whether cloudy or bright1     ,this     
life1 long or short1 in the end1        
,would depart as a dream of the night3--
      ,that in vain among shadows and   
flowers1         ,we sought satisfaction
 within2     ,true pleasure could never 
be ours1         ,till the heart had    
been broken for sin      ,the heart1    
until such was the case1         ,was so
 puff'd up with pride and deceit1       
,that no matter how splendid the feast1 
,that root bitter'd every thing sweet6  
,he would prove by the sacred page1     
,and by men of experience too1     ,it  
had been so in every age1         ,and  
continues so1 even till now6      ,until

 sin was expos'd to the light1          
,in the glass of the ,gospel was view'd1
     ,we could not enjoy true delight1--
         ,till the heart had been       
chang'd and renew'd4      ,nor need we  
now ask any more1         ,why a thing  
which so many pursue1     ,and to gain  
will all things explore1         ,should
 be truly possess'd by so few4      ,in 
all earth's extensive domain1           
',midst all the sweet breezes that blow1
     ,in mountain1 or forest1 or plain1 
,where ,eden like luxuries grow2--      
,amid all the fair branches and free1   
,inviting their clusters to share1      
,one tree1 and only one tree1           
,this heav'nly manna will bear4         
,that tree of celestial seed1           
,by heav'nly culture doth rise2--       
,that man from his sins might be freed1 
',twas sent as a gift from the skies6   
,but many the tree did deride1          
,and oft of its fruit did complain1     
,since to gain it they often had tried1 
,but return'd to their folly again6     

,they made it a matter of doubt1        
,that it had been planted for them3--   
,repentance1 and ,faith were the root1  
,and ,holiness grew on the stem6        
,some as they pass'd by gave a glance1  
,made remark on the wilderness bare2    
,and affirm'd with eye all askance1     
,no semblance of beauty was there4      
,though to plant it the ,saviour of men 
,hath sorrow'd1 and suffer'd1 and bled2 
,and ,his ,spirit pour'd out as a       
stream1         ,hath ,his heav'nly     
influence shed4      ,you see1 when the 
secret is told1         ,and the        
riddle's expounded to all1     ,it was  
planted in ,eden of old1         ,but   
had been torn up by the fall6      ,so  
,christ hath in love to ,his church1    
,thus rear'd this plant of renown1      
,to screen when the sun's rays might    
scorch1         ,and to cheer when our  
spirits are down4      ,whoe'er of its  
produce partakes1         ,whatever     
objections arise1     ,through the      
,cross1 and the choice that he makes1   

,shall be holy1 and happy1 and wise6    
,then we to ,his temple shall run1      
,and worship with joy and delight2      
,our trials while under the sun1        
,will pass as a dream of the night6     
,,the ,,play6       ,on being solicited 
to attend a ,theatre1 by two young      
women1 who      urged their entreaties  
by the argument1 ,there is no harm in   
attending the ,play6       ,ye daughters
 of ,albion's flourishing isle1         
,come listen awhile to my lay2          
,defending your morals1 you say with a  
smile1         ,there's no harm in      
attending the ,play6      ,ye ,theatre  
gallants1 and deep witted men1          
,whose counsels so many obey1     ,come 
lend a poor ignorant rustic a pen1      
,and he'll help you to plead for the    
,play6      ,if you are not immortal1   
but end when you die1         ,as some  
have the courage to say1     ,why need  
you look out for a mansion on high1     
,you've nothing to fear from the ,play6 
,if you are immortal1 yet free from the 

fall1         ,and never have wander'd  
astray2     ,if you have no sin to      
repent of at all1         ,you've       
nothing to fear from the ,play6      ,if
 ,christ in ,his word1 has left no      
command1         ,for people to watch   
and to pray1     ,if an house cannot    
fall that is built on the sand1         
,there's no harm in attending the ,play6
      ,not calling in question your     
baptismal vow1         ,if life's like a
 long summer's day1     ,and you have   
not to reap such fruit as ye sow1       
,there's no harm in attending the ,play6
      ,if the ,christian's creed from   
the truth be reverse1         ,and the  
fair crown of life can decay2     ,if   
the ,bible be false1 and ,religion a    
farce1         ,there's no harm in      
attending the ,play6      ,should a     
visit from ,death come and put you in   
mind         ,of your frail habitation  
of clay1     ,you may try to obstruct   
the unwelcome design1         ,with the 
transient delights of the ,play6        

,if a faithful reproof you should happen
 to meet1         ,you can soon turn    
your faces away1     ,and pass by the   
blind and the lame in the street1       
,and carry your cash to the ,play6      
,but if ,parsons themselves so often    
attend1         ,then surely their      
followers may2     ,and no wonder that  
they so well can defend1         ,the   
moral effects of the ,play4      ,if    
,wesley and ,whitfield have pleaded in  
vain1         ,and led their disciples  
astray2     ,let ,simpson and ,hervey in
 silence remain1         ,you've nothing
 to fear from the ,play4      ,if you of
 your time have to give no account1     
,at the last1 the great ,judgment day1  
,the troubles of life you may quickly   
surmount1         ,by clapping them off 
at the ,play4      ,if safe 'midst      
seduction and ruin you roam1            
,you may laugh at the stoppers away1    
,who sit pining and pulling long faces  
at home1         ,and are missing the   
joys of the ,play4      ,should the roof

 be crush'd in1 and you kill'd we'll    
suppose1         ,why some angel would  
bear you away1     ,to some distant     
region of milder repose1         ,where 
your spirit might dream of the ,play4   
,having no tribulation1 no robe wash'd  
in blood1         ,nor tears that need  
wiping away1     ,you might sing in     
those realms to the praise of your god1 
,how oft you had been at the ,play4     
,,the ,,remote ,,christian4       ,deep 
in a glen1 remote and wild1         ,and
 far from affluence1     ,a cottage     
stood1 and heaven smil'd1         ,upon 
that residence4      ,a couple liv'd    
there many years1         ,in love and  
unity2     ,who careful in this vale of 
tears1         ,had rear'd a family4    
,no costly goods their cot adorn1       
,no shining liveries wait2     ,for them
 no huntsman sounds his horn1           
,no carriage at the gate4      ,a       
simple1 honest peasant1 free1           
,not with much learning stored2         
,though thus remote1 yet happily1       

,had sought and found the ,lord4        
,where neither moth nor rust can harm1  
,nor thieves can ere invade1     ,beyond
 the reach of human arm1         ,was   
his heart's treasure laid4      ,around 
his farm1 or in his field1         ,the 
moor birds hatch'd and fed2     ,and    
when at work1 the lapwing cried1        
,and flutter'd o'er his head4           
,while thus his little field he drain'd1
         ,or temper'd the wild sod1     
,his household too with care were       
train'd1         ,to love and fear their
 ,god4      ,the field1 the garden1 and 
the tree1         ,for him their produce
 bore1     ,his table too1 the bee      
supplied1         ,from her delicious   
store4      ,the ,lord who thus his     
substance blest1         ,did all his   
wants supply2     ,and pleasantly to    
quench his thirst1         ,a brook ran 
murmuring by4      ,i saw him on his    
dying bed1         ,when strength began 
to fail1     ,i saw him lift his languid
 head1--         ,and heard his happy   

tale4      ,he then began to bless the  
day1         ,his sins had been made    
known1     ,when he began to weep and   
pray1         ,and look'd to ,christ    
alone4      ,he bless'd that ,book his  
heart had cheer'd1         ,and tried   
its worth to tell2     ,he bles'd that  
,blood which once was shed1         ,to 
save his soul from hell4      ,yes6     
,christ to him was precious then1       
,his company was sweet2     ,he said1   
,his love was in his heart1         ,the
 world beneath his feet4      ,this1    
when the monster ,death arriv'd1        
,did solid comfort bring2     ,that     
blood he felt had quite depriv'd        
,the monster of his sting4      ,this   
body chang'd1 shall soon1 said he1      
,with saints and angels join1     ,and  
sing to all eternity1         ,the      
depths of ,love ,divine6     ,,solitary 
,,reflections6       7,occasioned by the
 death of a newly married pair1 who     
drowned      themselves1 after living   
together three weeks47       ,on ,esk's 

old bank the watery willows weep1       
,where wife and husband launch'd into   
the deep2--     ,and from their cottage 
sought an early grave1     ,to end their
 jarring1 in the peaceful wave      ,ah1
 hapless pair6 who can withhold the     
tear1     ,when he the melancholy place 
draws near6     ,the dire event to      
future times will prove1     ,the short 
enjoyment of your wedded love6      ,how
 apt are earthly prospects to deceive1  
,and leave her disappointed sons to     
grieve6     ,how oft will trifling      
things the mind perplex1     ,where     
grace doth not her influences mix6      
,the morning shines1--to church they    
haste away1     ,and noisy guns proclaim
 the wedding day2     ,within three     
weeks to the dark grave they're borne1  
,to slumber till the ,resurrection morn6
      ,around1 the neighbours mourn     
their hapless lot1     ,and weeping     
children haunt the dreary spot2     ,the
 lippering wave1 rais'd by the nightly  
gale1     ,tells to the ,moon her       

melancholy tale6     ,,on ,,some ,,who  
,,had ,,left ,,us1 ,,and ,,spoken       
,,disrespectfully ,,of ,,us6            
,there is a generation that are pure in 
their own eyes1 and      yet is not     
washed from their filthiness4 7,proverbs
 xxx4 #ab47       ,yes6 once they met   
with us1 and gave us the hand1          
,uniting to sing and to pray2     ,but  
long could not bear the rigid command1  
,so off they went lilting away6         
,forsaking the vulgar1 whom now they    
despise1       ,for doctrines more      
learned and pure2--     ,this cutting   
off hands1 and plucking out eyes1       
,this doctrine they could not endure6   
,they speak of perfection1 but oft with 
disdain1       ,our faults and our      
failings expose2     ,because this      
perfection they cannot attain1          
,they'll plead for their muffs and their
 boas6      ,so lofty their eyelids1 so 
lofty their looks1       ,they'll laugh 
at a sinner in tears2     ,their prayers
 are lock'd up in their finely bound    

books1       ,while they're trimming    
their necks and their ears6      ,the   
new birth's convulsions they cannot have
 felt1       ,or they dare not speak as 
they do2     ,their heart is too proud  
into nothing to melt1       ,and must1  
while to mammon they bow4      ,whenever
 their dwelling you chance to approach1 
,of their soft invitation beware2       
,the pharisee's leaven1 the good man's  
reproach1       ,and the seat of the    
scorner are there6      ,to folks of    
high breeding they offer their pledge1  
',gainst others to raise a complaint2   
,they'll skim on the surface1 and trim  
off the edge1       ,to pass for a      
dignified saint6      ,the ,god of      
,elijah who sees through the heart1     
,these specious impostors will spurn1   
,and send them in spite of their cunning
 and art1       ,where they will        
eternally mourn6     ,,there ,,is ,a    
,,god6       ,the fool hath said in his 
heart1 ,there is no ,god4 7,psalm       
xiv4 #a7       ,there is a ,god who     

rules above6     ,and man's the object  
of ,his love6     ,and ,jesus1 ,his     
beloved ,son1     ,hath bled1 and died  
to make this known4      ,though man his
 attributes deny1     ,and utter daring 
blasphemy1     ,he shall be conquer'd   
from above1     ,by ,justice1 ,judgment1
 or by ,love4      ,though he be lusty  
now1 and strong1     ,and bold in       
ribaldry and song1     ,a time will come
 when he must flit1     ,and to a       
stronger arm submit4      ,then ,death  
will disregard his groans1     ,and time
 will melt his giant bones1     ,if no  
contrition he shall feel1     ,his sins 
will sink him into hell4      ,while    
there he drinks the bitter cup1     ,the
 dust shall lick his marrow up2     ,his
 tongue within the grave shall rot1     
,while name and memory are forgot4      
,on that dread morn when all shall rise1
     ,the righteous whom he did despise1
     ,shall over him dominion have1     
,and all the terrors of the grave4      
,,confirmation4       ,the stars recede1

 the morn appears1         ,so long     
anticipated6     ,the air which now the 
spirit cheers1         ,with shouts is  
agitated6      ,the rustics full of     
mirth and glee1         ,are big with   
expectation1     ,of what they are to   
hear and see1         ,when they're at  
,confirmation6      ,the road is fill'd 
from side to side1         ,with bonny  
lads and lasses2     ,with country      
bloom1 and village pride1         ,gigs1
 horses1 mules1 and asses6      ,with   
whip and spur1 they dash along1         
,as though to fair or races2     ,with  
artificial feathers hung1         ,and  
veils before their faces6      ,but few 
know what they're going to do1          
,or they are strangely lied on2         
,they're careless of the solemn vow1    
,as is the steed they ride on6          
,they go1 because their neighbours go1  
,without consideration2     ,and think  
all pass for ,christians1 who           
,are pass'd at ,confirmation6      ,a   
few there are1 but few we fear1         

,their faith by works expressing2       
,and oft in private on their knees1     
,they wrestle for a blessing6      ,the 
greater part of them by far1            
,will carry a ,cain's offering2         
,they're strangers to the morning star1 
,to royal ,david's offspring6      ,a   
hope they have1 but cannot tell         
,on what that hope is grounded2--       
,thus like some old ,egyptian spell1    
,it cannot be expounded6      ,the      
carnal mind still bears the sway1       
,for want of resolution2     ,and       
scatter'd tribes1 still day by day1     
,profane the institution6      ,in spite
 of lectures orthodox1         ,of      
,bishops1 prayers1 and caution1         
,they1 greedy as the thirsty ox1        
,drink in the deadly potion6      ,the  
scribes may write with mournful pen1    
,the ,church's lamentation2     ,while  
year by year1 they seek in vain1        
,the fruits of ,confirmation6     ,,the 
,,man ,,of ,,the ,,world6       ,from a 
boy much indulg'd1 he grew up to a man1 

,and had liberty almost unbounded2      
,nor scarce ever thought of this life's 
little span1         ,with prospects of 
plenty surrounded6      ,his steed1 like
 himself1 in high spirits he views1     
,as it snuffs at the fresh flowing      
fountain2     ,on which oft at daybreak 
he brushes the dews1         ,and       
gallops o'er valley and mountain6       
,his cheek round and fat1 wears the hue 
of the rose1         ,he seems quite a  
stranger to sorrow2     ,and while on   
his sofa his limbs find repose1         
,he laughs loudly1 and talks of         
to-morrow6      ,to-morrow1 says he1 you
 must call up the hounds1         ,as   
soon as the light is appearing6--       
,not thinking that ,death while rambling
 his rounds1         ,to his mansion a  
message is bearing1      ,to-morrow1    
says he1 we'll unkennel the fox1        
,or in his old cabin we'll crush him2   
,or when we have got him away from the  
rocks1         ,in spite of ,old ,harry 
we'll brush him6      ,and then we will 

dine on the lamb or the goose1          
,which1 if he had liv'd would have      
fill'd him2     ,then o'er a full bumper
 we'll have a carouse1         ,and     
we'll sing where he fell1 and who kill'd
 him6      ,but ah6 when life's stern   
disappointment he meets1         ,like a
 lion imprison'd he grieves1     ,that  
he who expected so much of life's       
sweets1         ,so soon of its bitters 
receives6      ,disease o'er his        
fortified barriers leaps1         ,and  
with internal pain soon afflicts him2-- 
,next into his chamber the pale monster 
creeps1         ,and singles him out as 
his victim6      ,like a leaf that in   
autumn falls dead from the tree1        
,soon a train is seen weeping behind    
him3--     ,a visit ,i made1 his        
improvements to see1         ,and ,i    
look'd1 but alas1 could not find him6   
,,the ,,rule ,,of ,,contrary6           
,some men have ,rules so incorrect1     
,they almost always vary2     ,and some 
make ,rules to gain respect1            

,but ,i'm for one contrary6      ,some  
strive to gain the smiles of men1       
,but ,i prefer their frown2     ,the    
torrent of my pride to stem1            
,and keep ambition down6      ,the      
praise of men's an empty thing1         
,and crowns and sceptres vain1     ,to  
him who seeks the living spring1        
,as parch'd lands look for rain6        
,some recommend the hearty laugh1       
,but ,i prefer the tear1     ,which     
tells me that my heart is soft1         
,my hope of heaven is clear6      ,some 
say1 ,give me the tavern song6          
,but ,i prefer the sigh1     ,which     
though unnoticed by the throng1         
,yet pierces to the sky6      ,some say1
 ,give me that pleasing look1           
,which does the fancy win6     ,but give
 me one that's plain without1           
,if she be fair within6      ,some plead
 for ornamental dress1         ,the     
concert and the ball2     ,except the   
,robe of ,righteousness1         ,let me
 be stript of all6      ,some love with 

dealers dark to dwell1         ,and     
glory in the night2     ,but ,i would   
shun the road to hell1                  
,therefore ,i love the light6      ,some
 love their minds with tales to feed1   
,of regions yet untrod2--     ,when     
,i've a little time to read1            
,give me the ,book of ,god6      ,some  
praise a head of natural wit            
,and worldly wisdom full2     ,without  
the truths of ,holy ,writ1         ,give
 me an empty skull6      ,the jet1 the  
gold1 or ivory cross1         ,by many  
is admir'd2     ,but ,i esteem the blood
 of ,him1         ,who on the cross     
expir'd6      ,my heart with sin as     
crimson dyed1         ,would ever so    
remain2     ,but if that blood by       
faith's applied1         ',twill cleanse
 from every stain6      ,with some their
 fill of pleasure here1         ,is all 
the good they crave3--     ,give me a   
humble1 holy fear1         ,a hope      
beyond the grave6      ,at wisdom's     
shrine ,i'll light my torch1            

,and in her pleasant ways1     ,under   
the ,nazarene's reproach1         ,i'll 
live out all my days6      ,thus whether
 sanction'd or despis'd1         ,such  
is my fancy's ,rule2     ,in keeping    
which ,i shall be wise1                 
,although accounted fool6      ,let the 
free thinker take the hint1         ,and
 with my creed agree2     ,that all are 
not compell'd to think1         ,nor    
speak the same as he6     ,,on ,,finding
 ,,some ,,deistical ,,books ,,in ,,the  
,,house ,,of ,,one ,,who ,,once ,,feared
 ,,god6       ,how is the gold become   
dim6 7,lamen4 iv4 #a47       ,false     
publications throw their gloomy rays1   
,where once the ,sun of ,righteousness  
did shine2     ,with pain we recollect  
the former days1       ,while scoffing  
infidels their voices join6             
,insulting ,heav'n1 they oft with brazen
 brow1       ,deny our ,saviour is the  
,son of ,god6     ,but soon to ,him     
their every knee shall bow1       ,and  
they shall groan beneath ,his iron rod6 

,what madness to defy ,his power above1 
,to slight that blood which has their   
souls redeem'd2     ,to him who does his
 ,god sincerely love1       ,how painful
 'tis to hear ,his name blasphem'd6     
,o let us flee these men of wicked      
minds1       ,whose glory reaches not   
beyond the grave2     ,who to accomplish
 their absurd designs1       ,dethrone  
our ,king1 and style the conquest brave6
      ,yet still ,he reigns1 and shall  
for ever hold1       ,in massy chains   
the gloomy powers of ,hell2     ,they   
soon ,his second coming shall behold1   
,and howling1 see the place from whence 
they fell6      ,ah6 surely ,satan's    
thousand years are up1       ,and he    
once more is suffer'd loose to go6      
,his object is to stagger ,israel's     
hope1       ,and drag them captive to   
his den below6      ,come down1 ,o      
,lord6 and bid thy thunders roll6       
,send forth thy lightnings1 and thy foes
 consume6     ,o let them know that thou
 wilt them controul1       ,in each1 and

 all the shapes which they assume6      
,gird on thy sword1 thou mighty         
matchless ,king6       ,reclaim these   
poor deluded sons of men6     ,o save   
them from the cruel serpent's sting2    
,and drive him back to his infernal den6
      ,if ,israel's hope is not quite   
lost in death1       ,may these dry     
bones the ,word of ,god receive6        
,come from the four winds1 ,o reviving  
breath1       ,and breathe upon these   
slain1 that they may live6     ,,on     
,,visiting ,,fryup1 ,,during ,a ,,great 
,,revival4       ,o ,fryup6 far distant 
thy fame now extends1         ,kind     
,heav'n doth thy breaches repair2       
,thou land of religion1 and bibles1 and 
friends1         ,i rejoice to breathe  
thy pure air6      ,thou land of        
devotion1 and health to the soul1       
,with pleasure ,i walk o'er thy plains2 
,where ,christ to the sick hath oft     
spoken1 ,be whole6         ,where       
religion1 where righteousness reigns6   
,with earnest desire ,i've long wish'd  

to see1         ,the beauties which now 
,i behold2     ,this visit has proved   
more refreshing to me1         ,than    
thousands of silver1 or gold6      ,the 
day spring of glory hath visited thee1  
,for joy thy inhabitant sings2     ,the 
bright ,sun of ,righteousness riseth on 
thee1         ,and healing's receiv'd   
from his wings6      ,his influence too1
 ,i have felt in my soul1         ,with 
gratitude now ,i confess2     ,may all  
his opposers yield to his control1      
,and sinners be saved by his grace6     
,as lights in a land long benighted and 
dark1         ,may thy sons and thy     
daughters arise2     ,while faith to a  
flame fans the ,heav'nly spark1         
,and they earnestly press to the skies6 
,may the husband incessantly plead for  
the wife1         ,the wife for her     
husband contend2     ,that the favour of
 ,god which is better than life1        
,may on both through the ,spirit        
descend6      ,may the lover's petition 
be heard for the fair1         ,and the 

maiden prevail for the youth2     ,till 
all those who for righteousness never   
did care1         ,feel the force of    
,religion and ,truth6      ,may thy     
ministers fill'd with the ,spirit of    
,god1         ,as giants prevail o'er   
their foes2     ,their word prove more  
sharp than a two edged sword1           
,in defence of their ,king and his laws6
      ,may thy sinners be sav'd on every
 hand1         ,believers be steadfast  
and true2--     ,with sorrow1 once more1
 ,i now quit thy fair land1         ,old
 ,fryup6 and bid thee adieu6     ,,the  
,,three ,,voices6   #ast4 ,the ,voice of
 ,conscience says1       ,man6 mind     
thyself1 and all thyself2       ,thy    
inner self1 thy outer self1       ,thy  
present self1 thy future self1          
,the best of self1 and worst of self2   
,or it may chance that thou1 thyself1   
,for ever may'st upbraid thyself1       
,for making such a fool of self1        
,as not in time to know thyself6  #bnd4 
,the ,voice of the ,flesh says1       ,o

 ,man6 do thou enjoy thyself1       ,for
 why should'st thou annoy thyself1      
,or strangely thus employ thyself1      
,in seeking thus to know thyself1       
,when other men are like thyself6       
,beware lest thou destroy thyself6      
,be not a burden to thyself1            
,while thou hast life within thyself6   
#crd4 ,the ,voice of the ,devil says1   
,fine man1 think highly of thyself6     
,put no restraint upon thyself2         
,nor with religion plague thyself6      
,for thou art not so bad as self        
,would sometimes make thee think        
thyself6       ,to my advice submit     
thyself1       ,and in thy lusts indulge
 thyself2--       ,then ,i at last shall
 get thyself6     ,a ,,dialogue         
,between ,rosedale ,bob and ,hartoft    
,john1 on a ,speech delivered by        
the ,venerable ,the ,archdeacon ,p----1 
,l4,l4,d41 at a ,bible ,meeting         
held in the new ,church1 ,rosedale4     
,john4--,what cheer1 awd stock8 say     
what's ther beean te doo1       ',at    

macks ye leeak seea dark aboot yer broo8
       ,yoo leeak as thof yer parliament
 petition       ,had met wi' sum        
romantic opposition6       ,or mebby yoo
 hev met wi' sum abuse1       ,or fra'  
sum quarter heeard sum heavy news6      
,perhaps the trial may cum clooaser     
still1       ,yer wife or childer may be
 takken ill4  ,bob4--,alas6 the news ,ah
 hev te tell's seea bad1       ,the     
fields an' forests seeam i' moorning    
clad2       ,by men unauthorized an'    
unordeean'd1       ,oor new erected     
,temple is profeean'd6       ,the       
cushions an' the tassels all are soil'd1
       ,the bell's enchanted1 an' oor   
woorship's spoil'd1       ,they've held 
in it1 what's caus'd this desecration1  
,a meetin' for t' ,baable's circulation4
  ,john4--,if that be all the thing's as
 leeght as chaff1       ,the fields an' 
fleeads may clap ther hands an' laff2   
,sin' better sense is teeachin' greeat  
an' small1       ,te send this glorious 
leeght fra' pole te pole6       ',tis   

yan o' ,jesus ,christ's last greeat     
commands1       ,te send this leeght te 
dark an' heathen lands4       ,lets     
whooap the profit 'll ootweigh the      
loss2--       ,if t'parson beean't      
t',church 'll be neea worse6            
,bob4--,whah1 ,ah's neea scholar1       
nowther will pertend       ,te say1 hoo 
far this mischief may extend4       ,oor
 greeat ,divine1 afoore he left the     
pleeace1       ,he tell'd us positive it
 wur the keease3       ,hiz argument did
 raise te that amoont1       ,the       
,church wur ruin'd on this seeame       
accoont2       ,when sike like wark the 
church's pillars shake1       ,hiz      
maister's honner foorc'd him for te     
speak4  ,john4--,whether ,divine1       
,m4,a41 or ,l4,l4,d41       ',tis lahtle
 matter whea or what he be3       ,the  
thing's reveal'd tiv us as clear as him1
       ,what ,god approves man owght nut
 te condemn4       ,whate'er may be his 
sacerdotal geeans1       ,the public1   
they may thenk him for hiz peeans2      

',at he seea fine a sample sud dispense 
,ov college iddicated influence4        
,bob4--,cud it be heeard an' understeead
 on reeght1       ,daft ,hannah's speech
 be quite as full o'leeght4       ,she  
thinks t'awd man sud nut ha' beean seea 
vext1       ,bud tonn'd hiz leeaf an'   
teean anuther text4       ,the bad      
effects hez beean1 she hez neea doot1   
,wi' brush or beezom swept an' carried  
oot2       ,they teeak true pains te    
mack all clean an' clivver1       ,an'  
t' ,church is noo as gud an' weel as    
ivver4  ,john4--,bud leeak thoo heer1   
this is the thing they dreead1       ,if
 yance t',baable an' the truth be       
spreead1       ,the veil 'll fall fra'  
off the people's eyes1       ,an' t'    
commons then will as the lords be wise2 
,they then 'll graw so base i'          
disposition1       ,te heigher powers   
they will disdain submission2       ,an'
 will te men ov honourable name1        
,refuse that homage which ther titles   
claim6  ,bob4--,then chapels will i' all

 directions rise1       ,wi' saucy      
steeples moonting te the skies2         
,an' preeachers run1 or ride on hoss or 
gig1       ,as rank as sheep that travel
 ,blaca rig1       ,if sike proceedings 
further be alloo'd1       ,awd          
,england's sun 'll set behinnd a        
clood3--       ,nur need we wonder they 
alood procleeam1       ,thooase men sal 
speeak neea longer i' this neeame4      
,john4--',at sike a meetin' sud be held 
i' t' church1       ,by men 'at scarce  
wur fit te stand i' t' porch1       ,wur
 sike a stain upon its consecration1    
,as roused his reverence's indignation4 
,what cud thooase expect as ther reward1
       ,bud fra' sike bold attempts te  
be debarr'd2       ,nur ivver mare mun  
they cum theer again1       ,whahl he   
hiz sacred office does sustain6         
,if sike like doctrines spreead an' sud 
prevail1       ,then ,bishop's          
ordination treead 'll fail2       ,then 
grace 'll mare than larning be admired1 
,an' priests stand i' the market place  

unhired3       ,men will fra' ivvery    
secret corner creep1       ,or oot o'   
coalpits into pulpits leap2       ,whahl
 wi' ther gestures an' insinuations1    
,they'll rob the ,churches o' ther      
congregations4  ,bob4--,then fooaks 'll 
ton1 like bees 'at's left the hive1     
,seea stupid as te nowther leead nur    
drive1       ,nur draw by gifts1 nur    
binnd doon by oppression1       ,nur    
scar by ,apostolical ,succession3       
,in vain a man may then hiz feeace      
disguise1       ,an' landlords ower ther
 tenants tyrannize4       ,neea         
patchwark then 'll answer as afoore1    
,nur gowns1 nur blankets buy or sell the
 poor4       ,that ,parson then by      
chance may loss hiz pleeace1       ,whea
 hunts1 or gallops i' the ,steeple      
,chase2       ,whea i' the ring appears 
a jovial fellow1       ,sits by his wine
 or grog till he is mellow2       ,then 
wi' hiz dogs pursues the grouse or game 
,mare than the cottage ov the poor or   
lame2       ,or if hiz gun sud chance te

 miss the mark       ,te rap an' sweear1
 an' lie all t'bleeam o' t' clerk4      
,john4--,nur wonder thoo that venerable 
man1       ,sud be seea feearful ov hiz 
treead an' clan2       ,if better leeght
 be spreead by land an' sea1       ,oor 
heeame boond slaves 'll seek for        
liberty1       ,they'll finnd they're   
neean seea fit te show the way1         
,as thooase 'at walks theerin fra' day  
te day4       ,bud ,god himsel has teeak
 the thing i' hand1       ,an' ,baable  
,meetings yet sal bless oor land2       
,oor ,god 'll raise up men ov noble     
soul1       ,an' ,he the sleepy churches
 will controul3       ,will send hiz    
sarvants whea hiz judgements knaw1      
,te thunner oot the terrors ov ,his law2
       ,whahl ,jesus will hiz meeghty   
airm mack bare1       ,an' tack the     
flocks himsel into hiz care4            
,bob4--,sike laws amang oor heeigh up   
chaps exist1       ,as labouring men    
finnd hard for te resist4       ,o't'   
,sabbath days they rob beeath ,god an'  

man1       ,that scribe may preeav this 
statement fause as can4       ,all hands
 mun haste seean as they hear the bell1 
,to t'steeple hoose let t'priest be what
 he will2       ,an' thooase 'at izzen't
 satisfied wi' t'kirk1       ,mun owther
 quit ther farm or loss ther woark4     
,john4--,thooase laws mitch differ fra' 
the laws ov heaven1       ,fra' ,god te 
man for holy purpose given2       ,peace
 te promote an' put an end te strife1   
,te regulate hiz hoosehod an' hiz life4 
,in holy days afoore the churches fell1 
,neea music soonded like the sabbath    
bell2       ,the ministers wur          
thoughtful1 holy men1       ,nur        
threeats wur needed1 nur compulsion     
then4  ,bob4--,yan wad be fain sike days
 again te see1       ,an' hear fooaks   
sing wi' love an' melody1       ,as yan 
hez reead i' bukes ov holy men1         
',at nowther cared for fire nur lion's  
den3       ,bud dreeaded sin wi' all its
 scorpion stings1       ,mare than the  
wrath ov heathen priests an' kings4     

,all whea te ,god in meek submission    
boo1       ,thof t'way be dark1 ,he'll  
awlus bring 'em throo4  ,john4--,jist   
wait a whahl1 till taame reverse the    
scene1       ,an' ,anti-,christ hez hed 
hiz pompous reign2       ,when          
persecution wi' her torch an' foark1    
,sets carnal men an' ministers te woark1
       ,te help the ,beast te mack hiz  
proselytes1       ,te purge hiz fleer1  
an' bon the hypocrites3--       ,then   
thooase whea live1 an' hev the truth    
maintained1       ,i' cleearer leeght   
'll hev the thing explained4     ,a     
,,love ,,letter6       7,to ,miss ----7 
,forgive a stranger who would make so   
free1     ,as to declare a suitor's love
 for thee2     ,and by the strength of  
his affection1 move     ,thy heart to   
render back responsive love6      ,the  
language these few humble lines impart1 
,though it seem rude1 is from an honest 
heart2     ,from one whose only aim and 
object is1     ,thy ,lover's glory1 and 
thy future bliss4      ,not for myself  

would ,i now intercede1     ,for ,i1    
alas1 no excellence can plead2     ,my  
handsomest attire is homely spun1       
,and many years my glass of life hath   
run6      ,i plead the cause of ,him1 at
 whose command1     ,thy soul shall one 
day in his presence stand2     ,and thou
 for ever may'st lament the change1     
,if once ,his love be turn'd into       
revenge6      ,of all thy list of lovers
 finely drest1     ,he told me secretly 
,he was the first2     ,that even in thy
 youthful frolics wild1     ,his love   
was on thee1 from a very child6         
,that often he has stood without thy    
door1     ,while thou did'st other      
swains prefer before3     ,that oft the 
tear hath dim'd his eye so bright1      
,his locks all dripping with the dews of
 night6      ,he needs not thus admit of
 rivals1 when     ,he is the fairest of 
the sons of men6     ,he wooes the      
world1 and those who hear his voice1    
,seldom1 if ever1 rue their happy       
choice4      ,he says for thee ,he has  

in battle bled1     ,and carried weighty
 sorrows in thy stead2     ,to save thy 
soul from infinite distress1     ,he    
bruis'd the monster in the wilderness6  
,nay1 language fails1 to say by land or 
sea1     ,what perils ,he hath undergone
 for thee2     ,yea1 many a bitter cup1 
and piercing smart1     ,his soul hath  
felt to gain thy worthless heart6       
,yes6 ,he who thus demands thy stedfast 
love1     ,is highly honour'd in the    
courts above2     ,he speaks1 and sun1  
and moon1 and stars1 stand still1       
,and stormy winds and waves obey his    
will6      ,his tender care hath been   
about thy bed1     ,when midnight       
thunders rolled above thy head6         
,when trembling thou beheld'st the      
lightning's glare     ,light up thy     
room1 and cause thee sudden fear6       
,to all who need ,him he is sure to     
prove     ,the best ,physician too1 when
 sick of love2     ,and yet all those   
who fall beneath his ire1     ,his anger
 doth consume and burn like fire6       

,how long wilt thou withhold from ,him  
his right1     ,or from thyself such    
permanent delight1     ,as ,he hath     
promis'd in ,his faithful word1         
,such as the hills of ,paradise afford8 
,when will thine eyes with happy tears  
o'erflow8     ,and thy fair breast with 
holy ardour glow8     ,when will thy    
lips thy dearest friend surprise1       
,by speaking out the language of the    
skies8      ,who thus surrender ,him    
their heart and mind1     ,through      
life's vicissitudes are sure to find    
,him first1 ,him last1 ,him midst1 and  
without end1     ,a faithful ,lover1 and
 a constant ,friend6      ,where will   
those flee1 or what may they expect1    
,who his repeated overtures reject1     
,who put in other gods their daily      
trust1     ,when ,he shall dash their   
refuge into dust8      ,i long to see   
that lovely face of thine1     ,beam    
forth with holy confidence divine2      
,and1 fully freed from sin's enthralling
 chain1     ,no longer seek for         

happiness in vain6      ,if then thy    
love be wandering elsewhere1     ,thy   
choice decide1 while ,he doth with thee 
bear2     ,lest thou lament thy loss    
with anguish keen1     ,when ,death hath
 fix'd a mighty gulf between6           
,,truth ,,triumphant6       ,see yon    
flag of crimson dye1     ,wave along the
 vaulted sky6                           
,see yon flag1 c4     ,to its hem fair  
,truth is bound1     ,blood of martyrs  
sprinkled round2     ,that earth's      
multitudes may see1     ,truth will have
 the ,victory6                          
,victory6 ,victory6      ,wicked men in 
vain oppose1     ,babes shall sing of   
,sharon's ,rose6                        
,wicked men1 c4     ,borne on winds from
 pole to pole1     ,like the prophet's  
flying roll2     ,ethiopia soon shall   
see     ,truth will have the ,victory6  
,victory6 ,victory6      ,some of       
earth's dark corners shine1     ,with   
this heav'nly light divine6             
,some of earth's1 c4     ,africa's dark 

sons obey1     ,pagan temples own her   
sway2--     ,own with us1 'tis ,god's   
decree1     ,truth shall have the       
,victory6                               
,victory6 ,victory6      ,turks6 who    
will no mercy shew1     ,mercy is       
proclaim'd for you6                     
,turks6 who will1 c4     ,men are       
ceasing to bow down1     ,to their gods 
of wood and stone2     ,and all nations 
soon shall see1     ,truth will have the
 ,victory6                              
,victory6 ,victory6      ,where ,truth  
reigns the work goes on1     ,christ and
 ,truth are both but one6               
,where ,truth1 c4     ,saints shall find
 the promise true1     ,christ will soon
 make all things new2     ,and rejoice  
at ,god's decree1     ,truth shall have 
the ,victory6                           
,victory6 ,victory6      ,pow'rs of     
darkness6 do your best1     ,put your   
prowess to the test6                    
,pow'rs of darkness6 c4     ,persecution
 fierce employ1     ,jesu's kingdom to  

destroy1     ',tis in vain6 'tis ,god's 
decree1     ,truth shall have the       
,victory6                               
,victory6 ,victory6      ,jews6 the     
,crucified adore1     ,objects of his   
wrath no more6                          
,jews6 the ,crucified1 c4     ,own the  
,galilean ,king1     ,with your gentile 
brethren sing2     ,now obey1 'tis      
,god's decree1     ,truth shall have the
 ,victory6                              
,victory6 ,victory6      ,hasten1 ,lord1
 the glorious day1     ,let all true    
believers say6                          
,hasten1 ,lord1 c4     ,when these      
frozen hearts shall flow1     ,each with
 love and wonder glow2     ,all with one
 accord agree1     ,truth hath gain'd   
the ,victory6                           
,victory6 ,victory6      ,soon th'      
,archangel's trump shall sound1         
,wake the dead from sleep profound6     
,soon the1 c4     ,earth shall melt1 the
 stars shall fall1     ,men on rocks and
 mountains call2     ,christ will then  

his saints set free3--     ,what a      
glorious ,victory6                      
,victory6 ,victory6     ,,reflections   
,,on ,a ,,backslider4       ,how art    
thou fallen1 thou son of the light6     
,how happy the scenes from which thou   
art driven6     ,behold6 if thy soul can
 dwell on the sight1     ,where thou    
didst once walk and hold converse with  
heaven6      ,then down turn thine eye  
to yon dreary place1     ,to which with 
swift steps thy spirit is bound2        
,see the hideous forms which thy spirit 
shall chase1     ,ere long in that fire 
which thee will surround6      ,in      
anguish there thy frighted eyes shall   
roll1     ,while demons triumph at thy  
overthrow2     ,with flaming firebrands 
lash thy naked soul1     ,with burning  
arrows pierce thee through and through6 
,thy dying soul still fed with living   
pain1     ,shall curse the day on which 
she first drew breath2     ,her awful   
burden she must still sustain1     ,and 
weep1 and wail1 and long in vain for    

death6      ,midst hell's deep gloom her
 portion she must drink1     ,of double 
vengeance from ,jehovah's ire1     ,and 
in the burning lake for ever sink1--    
,that dreadful region of tormenting     
fire6      ,alas6 the dreadful stupor   
still remains1     ,nor hell can fright1
 nor heav'nly joys allure2     ,in vain 
thy self-convicted soul complains1      
,of constant torment1 and of thoughts   
impure6      ,in vain the heav'nly      
harpers tune the lyre1     ,rejoicing   
saints perform the three-fold part2     
,in vain believers flash devotion's     
fire1     ,or drag the holy harrows o'er
 thy heart6      ,that heart enclos'd as
 in a case of steel1     ,laments its   
loss1 and seeks for rest in vain6       
,sighs for that impulse which she once  
did feel1--     ,oh6 shall she never    
taste those joys again4      ,i know the
 ,lord is mighty to redeem1     ,of     
boundless mercy1 and unmeasur'd grace1  
,but sin hath fix'd a mighty gulf       
between1--     ,beyond that gulf a      

,saviour shows his face4      ,sometimes
 thou may'st the keen conviction spurn1 
,through liquor's magic1 or associates  
gay1     ,but this thy strongest refuge 
will o'erturn1     ,to think of ,death1 
and the great judgement day4            
,,village ,,preaching4       ,speak unto
 us smooth things4 7,isaiah xxx4 #aj47  
,far over ,cleveland's lofty hills1     
,water'd by rivulets and rills1     ,a  
lovely village doth appear1     ,and    
o'er the trees its chimneys rear      ,a
 church there is without a steeple1     
,and several unconverted people2        
,though not much pious fruit appear1    
,the people still desire to hear4       
,to chapel oft they go and back1     ,in
 their old summer beaten track1         
,where they the ,holy ,spirit grieve1   
,and pray for what they don't believe4  
,those preachers they like best to hear1
     ,whose doctrine is not too severe2 
,who make no push extraordinary1        
,but tell their tale and let them be4   
,it happen'd on a certain day1     ,a   

stranger chanced to stroll that way2--  
,i'll try to sketch him if ,i can1      
,some call him an eccentric man4        
,one whom ,god's ,spirit had            
enlighten'd1     ,whom his own sins had 
soundly frightened2     ,who when by    
strong conviction pained1     ,did      
pardon seek1 which he obtained4      ,he
 knew he then accepted stood1     ,by   
faith in the atoning blood2     ,but saw
 the people's sad condition1     ,and   
offer'd them his admonition4      ,a    
door was open in that place1     ,where 
long had been the means of grace2       
,the means by many long neglected1      
,for fear they there should be detected4
      ,a worthy woman there did live1   
,who her advice did gratis give2        
,who cared for both the flock and fold1 
,like ,deborah in days of old4          
,like her she long had wish'd to see1   
,a glorious gospel victory2     ,and    
gave a friendly invitation1     ,to hear
 an extra exhortation4      ,the forms  
were set1 and rostrum fix'd1     ,the   

preacher went and took his text3--      
,sinners6 your bleeding ,saviour see1   
,he cries1 ,ye will not come to me6     
,he tried to tell what those shall win1 
,who come to ,christ and leave their    
sin2     ,how those shall fare in the   
great day1     ,who all their life time 
stay away4      ,having as he thought1  
clear'd his way1     ,they sang1 and    
then began to pray2     ,he left his    
elevated station1     ,and went among   
his congregation1      ,of the great    
things he'd dwelt upon1     ,he ask'd   
them questions1 one by one1     ,and if 
advice or help was needing1     ,for    
penitents who then were pleading4       
,they still went on to sing and pray1   
,the good1 old-fashioned gospel way2    
,and closer press'd the invitation1     
,until 'twas time for separation4       
,but such unusual proceeding1     ,they 
say completely spoil'd the meeting2--   
,that preacher's conduct is unstable1   
,who cannot keep behind the table6      
,preachers ought not to come so nigh1   

,into the soul's affairs to pry2        
,for whether they be saved or no1       
,is more than they've a right to know4  
,such bold presuming impudence1     ,to 
some might prove a great offence2--     
,going and asking one by one1     ,how  
they for ,heaven are getting on6        
,they say they'll come to preaching     
still1     ,if she one promise will     
fulfil2     ,that is as long as she is  
able1     ,will keep the man behind the 
table4      ,those hearers now are far  
too thin1     ,who like a lusty1 loud   
,amen6     ,and folks have now a taste  
so fine1     ,a semiquaver breaks the   
line6      ,ye men of ,god1 the truth   
enforce1     ,you cannot press the thing
 too close1     ,if you would do the    
people good1     ,or clear your         
conscience of their blood4      ,when   
your sermon is completed1     ,then your
 aid is further needed2     ,to lift up 
still your warning voice1     ,nor leave
 the people to their choice4            
,though some1 alas1 are so precise1     

,and ,god's rich blessings do despise1  
,others may need your friendly care1    
,and will your counsel gladly hear4     
,if your advice when managed well1      
,perchance might save some soul from    
,hell2     ,oh think of this1--and if   
you're able1     ,you may stand still   
behind the table4      ,if ,i should go 
that way once more1     ,and find the   
people as before2     ,they must have   
either chain or cable1     ,if they keep
 me behind the table4     ,,the ,,lodger
 ,,in ,,liverpool2  ,,or1  ,,the ,,mason
 ,,in ,,winter ,,nipt ,,by ,,the        
,,frost4       ,while a card party were 
enjoying themselves in an adjoining     
room4       ,while sad ,i sit1 oft      
musing over       ,happy days for ever  
fled2     ,a lonely lodger in a corner1 
,like some hermit in his shed4      ,all
 around seems blithe and merry2         
,my light's dim1 and harp's unstrung1   
,while memory turns to yonder valley1   
,on whose flowery banks ,i've sung4     
,dirty1 ragged1 and down-hearted1       

,far from country1 friends1 and home2   
,and as far from kindness parted1       
,doom'd for work the world to roam4     
,while the cheerful game hath           
flourish'd1       ,gaily the glad table 
round2     ,from my eye the tear        
unnoticed1       ,oft hath fallen to the
 ground4      ,now they sing of female  
beauty1       ,or the treachery of men1 
,or of robbers seeking booty1           
,like the tiger from his den4           
,lovely forms and handsome faces1       
,serve to gild the gay deceit2          
,amorous ditties serve for graces1      
,both before and after meat4      ',tis 
theirs to share life's fleeting joys1   
,mine to drag the galling chain2        
,but still a hope my spirit buoys1      
,that the sun will shine again4      ,if
 their pleasures were not carnal1       
,i might long with them to share2       
,did they lead to joys eternal1         
,when they laugh1 ,i might despair4     
,but when time makes all surrender1     
,nor permits the least excuse1          

,happy they1 whom time's avenger1       
,charges not with its abuse4     ,,edom4
       7,isaiah lxiii4 #a47       ,o ye 
muses1 assist me to sing1     ,of the   
things which by faith ,i have seen2     
,of the love of my ,saviour and ,king1  
,while wandering on earth ,i have been4 
,that ,him ,i so little have loved1     
,for this ,i have reason to mourn2      
,and for talents and time mis-improved1 
,in the days of my youth that are gone4 
,for neglect of the records divine1     
,which so often did sound in mine ear2  
,my affections they did not incline1    
,i neglected like others to hear4       
,like sheep did we all go astray1       
,and left the fair pastures serene2     
,did wander from him far away1          
,where terror and darkness were seen4   
,there in ambush our enemies lay1       
,as we roam'd o'er those desolate       
plains2     ,we became their unfortunate
 prey1     ,and were bound in affliction
 and chains4      ,we long in that sad  
plight did lie1     ,nor had courage nor

 strength to look up2     ,yet we oft   
cast a languishing eye1     ,to the     
hills from whence cometh our hope4      
,and there came one from ,edom afar1    
,to whom the sad signal we gave2     ,he
 looked like a champion of war1     ,he 
was bloody--yet mighty to save6         
,and as swift to our rescue ,he came1   
,we related to ,him all our grief1      
,he said that heaven heard us complain1 
,and 'twas ,he that had brought us      
relief4      ,who art thou8 then we     
fearfully said1     ,why so red in thy  
glorious array8     ,like one who is    
sorely dismayed1     ,through the burden
 and heat of the day8      ,i have come 
from the ,father of lights1     ,that   
you in ,his glory may shine2     ,whose 
throne is on high o'er all heights1     
,and the work of redemption is mine4    
,in ,his courts the great question was  
ask'd1     ,who would rescue lost man   
from the grave8     ,i1 my love and     
omnipotence task'd1     ,that the ruined
 and lost ,i might save6      ,then     

stern ,justice demanded his due1        
,and ,i looked for help but found none2 
,so my life ,i have laid down for you1  
,and have trodden the wine press alone4 
,look on me1 ,he said with a smile1     
',twas for you ,i was bruised as ye see2
     ,there was none for this wonderful 
toil1     ,and the burden fell all upon 
me6      ,then ,he lifted us up from the
 ground1     ,and ,he broke our         
tyrannical chain2     ,while ,his blood 
stream'd afresh from each wound1        
,and whoever it touch'd was made clean6 
,the ransom1 though mighty1 is paid1    
,therefore open your hearts to receive2 
,you need be no longer afraid     ,if   
you truly repent and believe6           
,while sweet comfort thus flow'd from   
his tongue1     ,his visage though      
marr'd grew more fair2     ,with swift  
wings and angelical song1     ,he       
ascended on high in the air6      ,a    
bright cloud took ,him out of our sight1
     ,and our eyes could behold him no  
more2     ,he arose to the regions of   

light1     ,and left us to believe and  
adore6     ,,reflections ,,on ,,absent  
,,friends1 ,,gone ,,to ,,america4       
,the sun had gone down o'er yon lofty   
mountain1       ,the last golden        
streamer had left the tall tree2        
,the dwelling below seemed forsaken and 
gloomy1       ,its inmates were tossing 
upon the wide sea4      ,the rose tree  
was nodding the lasses had nourish'd1   
,which oft had supplied them with       
,sunday's perfume2     ,the wall-flower 
in sorrowful modesty flourish'd1        
,and wept o'er the beautiful daisy in   
bloom6      ,in the track by the river  
the green grass is springing1       ,on 
whose flowery bank they were oft wont to
 stray2     ,no more the still grove    
with sweet echoes is ringing1       ,to 
the voice of the milk maid1 or children 
at play4      ,the dog in the night time
 now howls discontented1       ,of its  
master and mistress but lately bereft2  
,i listen'd and look'd to the place they
 frequented1       ,of them not a sigh1 

nor a whisper is left4      ,how strong 
the emotions of friendship were glowing1
       ,when towed by the steamer the   
ocean they braved2     ,their force was 
evinced by the tears that were flowing1 
,as the hat1 or the hand1 or the        
handkerchief waved4      ,from the      
shores of old ,england we anxiously     
view'd them1       ,a cargo most        
precious1 and dear to our sight2        
,far o'er the blue surface affection    
pursued them1       ,till the ship was  
conceal'd by the curtain of night4      
,they have left us1--their absence wakes
 mournful reflection1       ,as the fast
 sailing ,arundel bears them away2      
,we can only consign them to heavenly   
protection1       ,to ,him1 whom the    
winds and the waters obey4      ,he who 
roves through the wood may quickly      
discover1       ,their affection in     
tokens which there he will see2         
,where with sorrowful heart each friend 
or each lover1       ,may sigh o'er     
their names in the bark of the tree4    

,,the ,,last ,,job ,,of ,,an ,,old      
,,tramp2  ,,or1  ,,reflections ,,on     
,,burning ,a ,,mason',s ,,mallet  ,,for 
,a ,,yule ,,clog1 ,,on ,,christmas      
,,eve4       ,o thou once highly valued 
piece of wood1     ,by him who best that
 value understood2     ,whose purse so  
often thou didst help to fill1--        
,whom bed and board1             ,thou  
didst afford1     ,attended by thy train
 of sharpen'd steel6      ,true to thy  
task throughout the changing year1      
,thy fellowship was to thy master       
dear3--     ,whether at work1 or o'er   
his shoulder slung1             ,or near
 his side1             ,thou wast his   
pride1     ,while with his friend he    
cheerful sat and sung6      ,without a  
murmur at stern winter's frown1     ,or 
summer's heat1 in country or in town1   
,the stone hath yielded to thy sturdy   
blow3--             ,thy day is gone1   
,thy task is done1     ,and thou art    
own'd by thy last master now6           
,while careless ,i thy destiny survey1  

,and see thee down to ashes waste away2 
,thy crackling whisper seems to shew to 
me1             ,the frailty clear1     
,of all things here1     ,to earth      
allied1 and man's mortality6      ,since
 first on thee the tender bud appear'd1 
,or on thy branch the birds the         
woodlands cheer'd1     ,what strange    
vicissitudes have roll'd between2       
,since thou wast nurs'd1                
,with care at first1     ,or in the     
forest flourish'd gay and green6        
,there was a time when high thy top did 
wave1     ,in mystic triumph o'er the   
woodman's grave1     ,whose stroke had  
ceas'd1 worn out by course of years2    
,where undismay'd             ,the      
breezes play'd1     ,whose peaceful     
shade remembrance only bears6      ,ah6 
thou wilt never1 never bud again1       
,thy ashes lost in field1 or flood1 or  
lane2     ,no more the sun will on thy  
substance shine3             ,it would1 
at last1 ,i fear1             ,be well  
with many here1     ,if life's last     

spark might be compared with thine6     
,,glossary4     ,aboon--above           
,ageean--against   ,ah--,i   ,ah'v--,i  
have   ,airm--arm   ,alang--along       
',at's--that is   ,awd--old   ,awn--own 
,awlus--always   ,ax--ask               
,baable--bible   ,bairn--child          
,beck--a brook   ,beean--been           
,beeans--bones   ,beean't--be not       
,beeath--both   ,beelds--builds         
,berreed--buried   ,besaads--besides    
,blaw--blow   ,bleead--blood   ,boo--bow
   ,booast--boast   ,boorn--born        
,boon--going   ,bon--burn               
,bonny--handsome   ,bowght--bought      
,breeght--bright   ,brigg--bridge       
,broo--brow   ,bukes--books             
,cawd--cold   ,caps--puzzles            
,cheeans--chains   ,childer--children   
,chimler--chimney   ,clim--climb        
,clivver--clever   ,com--came           
,congker'd--conquered                   
,convarsion--conversion   ,cooat--coat  
,coorn--corn   ,coorse--course          
,cubburt--cupboard   ,cum--come         

,daft--weak in mind   ,dee--die         
,deea--do   ,deeal--dale   ,deean--done 
,deed--died   ,deein--dying             
,desaun'd--designed   ,doon--down       
,doot--doubt   ,draave--drive           
,duffil--kind of coarse cloth           
,ee--eye   ,een--eyes   ,efter--after   
,ey--aye    ,faanly--finely             
,fain--glad   ,fand--found              
,fause--false   ,feeat--foot            
,feead--fed   ,feight--fight            
,finnd--find   ,flay'd--afraid          
,fleead--flood   ,fleer--floor          
,floor--flower   ,foark--fork           
,fooas--foes   ,fooaks--folks           
,fooam--foam   ,foond--found            
,forgeean--forgiven   ,fower--four      
,fra'--from   ,freeat--fret             
,frev--from   ,froon'd--frowned         
,fund--found    ,gaain--going           
,gamlin--gambling   ,gang--to go        
,gangin--going   ,gat--got              
,geean--gone   ,geean'd--gained         
,geen--given   ,gie--give               
,ginnes--guineas   ,gitten--got         

,gooan--gone   ,graw--grow              
,greeatin--groaning   ,greeave--grave   
,hawf--half   ,heeame--home             
,heearth--earth   ,heeigh--high         
,hennut--have not   ,hev--have          
,hez--has   ,hezzen't--has not          
,hods--holds   ,hoo--how   ,hoor--hour  
,hooivver--however   ,hoose--house      
,hoosin--household   ,hoss--horse       
,iddicated--educated   ,i' noo--soon    
,i' t'--in the   ,iv--in                
,ivvery--every    ,keease--case         
,ken--to see   ,kesenmas--christmas     
,kest--cast   ,kirk--church             
,knaw--know   ,ky--cows                 
,lahtle--little   ,lee--a lie           
,leeak--look   ,leeatly--lately         
,leeght--light   ,lie--to lay   ,lig--to
 lie   ,lood--loud   ,loore--learning   
,loss--lose    ,mack--make   ,mah--my   
,mahle--mile   ,mare--more              
,maund--mind   ,mebby--may be           
,meead--made   ,meeasons--masons        
,meeght--might   ,meer--a mare          
,misteean--mistaken   ,mitch--much      

,mooan't--must not   ,mooat--mote       
,moont--mount   ,moorning--mourning     
,mud--might   ,mun--must                
,natches--notches   ,neea--no           
,neean--none   ,neegh--nigh             
,neeght--night   ,neen--nine            
,nivver--never   ,nobbut--only          
,nooas--noes   ,nooatice--notice        
,nooation--idea   ,nowght--nothing      
,nowther--neither   ,nowthern--northern 
,nut--not    ,ommost--almost            
,onny--any   ,oor--our   ,o' t'--of the 
,ower--over   ,owerton--overturn        
,owght--ought1 or aught                 
,owther--either    ,pearted--parted     
,pertend--pretend   ,pleeace--place     
,pleugh--plough   ,plissures--pleasures 
,poosts--posts   ,praaze--praise1 or    
prize   ,preear--prayer   ,preeav--prove
   ,prisance--presence   ,prooan--prone 
,prooase--prose   ,prood--proud         
,raise--rise   ,rath--wrath             
,reeace--race   ,reeght--right          
,reen--reign   ,rint--rent              
,rowlin--rolling   ,rum--room           

,saain'd--signed   ,sal--shall          
,sare--sore   ,sarten--certain          
,sawn--sown   ,screeve--mark   ,seea--so
   ,seeaf--safe   ,seean--soon          
,seeaven--seven   ,seeght--sight        
,seer--sure   ,shanks--legs             
,shaw--show   ,sheeape--shape           
,shoat--short   ,shoo--show             
,shoothers--shoulders   ,sike--such     
,sin'--since   ,skoors--scores          
,snaw--snow   ,soorce--source           
,sowl--soul   ,spak--spoke              
,steead--stood   ,steeaks--stakes       
,steean--stone   ,strang--strong        
,strave--strive   ,stond--stand         
,stour--drift   ,sud--should            
,sum--some   ,sute--suit                
,swap--exchange    ,taame--time         
,tack--take   ,teea an' fraw--to and fro
   ,teeables--tables   ,teeak--took     
,teeal--tale   ,teean--taken            
,tegither--together   ,te t'--to the    
,thah--thy   ,thee--thy   ,theer--there 
,thenk--thank   ,ther--their            
,thof--though   ,thowght--thought       

,thraving--thriving   ,thruff--through  
,thunner--thunder   ,tiv--to            
,ton--turn   ,toons--towns              
,towght--taught   ,treead--trade        
,trimmel'd--trembled   ,trist--trust    
',twad--it would   ,twea--two           
,ungker'd--strange    ,voo--vow         
,wad--would   ,waddn't--would not       
,wark--work   ,warst--worst             
,wean't--will not   ,weeap--weep        
,weel--well   ,wesh--wash   ,wha--who   
,whahl--while   ,wheas--who is1 or whose
   ,whooap--hope   ,whoor--where        
,winder--window   ,winnut--will not     
,wiv--with   ,woak--walk   ,woark--work 
,wods--words   ,wor--were   ,woth--worth
   ,wrang--wrong   ,wur--our   ,wur--was
    ,yack--oak   ,yah--one   ,yan--one  
,yance--once   ,yer--your     ,,index4  
,page4    ,preface1                     
#e    ,awd ,isaac1 ,part ,first1        
#i    ---- ,part ,second1               
#be    ---- ,his dying advice1          
#cj    ,dialogue on a ,steeple ,chase1  
#ce    ,the ,lucky ,dream1              

#dd    ,a strange effusion1             
#df    ,lealholm ,bridge1               
#dh    ,old ,sam1 or the effects of the 
,gospel1               #ea    ,thoughts 
on ,good ,friday1                       
#ee    ,to a withered flower1           
#eg    ,the country ,love ,feast1       
#ei    ,ode to ,britain1                
#fb    ,a voice from the dead1          
#fc    ,to the ,moor birds in a storm1  
#ff    ,lines on returning a borrowed   
,stick1                 #fg    ,the     
thunder storm1                          
#fh    ,the ,miser's away1              
#fi    ,the ,mistake1                   
#ga    ,the broken seal1                
#gb    ,the ,stone61                    
#ge    ,to the rising ,sun1             
#hb    ,lines in memory of the ,rev4 ,d4
 ,duck1                 #hd    ,an elegy
 on the death of a beloved child1       
#he    ,on the first text heard         
spiritually1                 #hh    ,to 
a ,squirrel in a cage1                  
#ij    ,to a bird singing in winter1    

#ib    ,petch's ,elegy1                 
#ic    ,reflections on ,petch's tomb1   
#ie    ,who hath believed our report81  
#ig    ,the ,bees1                      
#ajj    ,caution from ,limber ,hill1    
#aja    ,the village church in ruins1   
#ajc    ,poetical reflections1          
#aje    ,the two hours' task1           
#aaj    ,the country blunder1           
#aac    ,a sinner saved by grace1       
#aae    ,the portion of the ,just1      
#aag    ,the happy choice1              
#aah    ,on the death of ,john ,morley1 
#aai    ,the servant's address to his   
master1                #abb    ,sabbath 
morning musings1                        
#abe    ,lines on leaving ,fryup1       
#abi    ,the ,swallow1                  
#aca    ,a call to the careless1        
#acb    ,to a horse1 dying alone61      
#acd    ,musings during affliction1     
#acg    ,the ,play1                     
#add    ,the remote ,christian1         
#adf    ,solitary reflections1          
#adi    ,on some who had left us1       

#aej    ,there is a ,god1               
#aeb    ,confirmation1                  
#aec    ,the man of the world1          
#aee    ,the rule of contrary1          
#aeg    ,on finding some ,deistical     
books1 in the     house of one who once 
feared ,god1                 #afj    ,on
 visiting ,fryup1                       
#afb    ,the ,three ,voices1            
#afd    ,dialogue between ,rosedale     
,bob1 and ,hartoft ,john1    #afe    ,a 
love letter1                            
#agj    ,truth triumphant1              
#agc    ,reflections on a ,backslider1  
#agf    ,village preaching1             
#agh    ,the lodger in ,liverpool1      
#ahb    ,edom1                          
#ahd    ,reflections on absent ,friends1
                      #ahg    ,last ,job
 of an old ,tramp1                      
#ahi    ,glossary1                      
#aia   ,whitby3 ,printed by ,horne and  
,richardson4     ,,transcribers' ,,notes
    ,page #bc3 ,unnecessary opening  as 
in original   ,page #bg3 46 at end of   

verse as in original   ,page #cd3       
,closing  has no associated opening  in 
the original   ,page #df3 ,opening  has 
no associated closing  in the original  
,page #ed3  added before ,we all must   
,page #ei3 mispent as in the original   
,page #gj3 expence as in the original   
,page #adh3 bles'd as in the original   
,page #agd3 ,powr's corrected to ,pow'rs
 7second instance7   ,page #age3 c1     
corrected to c4 in the last verse       
,page #ahf3 ,unnecessary opening  as in 
original   ,page #aij3 flourish1d       
corrected to flourish'd   ,page #aie3   
sowl corrected to soul