Thy morning sigh, - Would God the day were done!
Thus shalt thou suffer, and to distant times
Regret thy misery, and lament thy crimes.”
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:
As unfulfill’d th’ endearing words they view,
And blind to truth, yet own their prophets true;
Well pleased they look for Sion’s coming state,