Would sound, and bid my bosom scorn
The world’s vain joys;
Its treasured idols all resign,
That, when Life’s cheating hues decline,
The one undying thought be mine,
To praise the Lord!
1826. E. P. K.
THE GATHERING ROUND THE OAK TREE.
[Written in commemoration of the exclusion of Friends from their meeting-house at Abington.]