Thy evening-wish,—'Would God I saw the sun!'
Thy morning-sigh,—'Would God the day were done!'
Thus shalt thou suffer, and to distant times
Regret thy misery, and lament thy crimes[46]."
A part there are, whom doubtless man might trust,
Worthy as wealthy, pure, religious, just;
They who with patience, yet with rapture look
On the strong promise of the sacred book:
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As unfulfilled th' endearing words they view,