Thomson and Pollok; Containing the Seasons,

Thomson and Pollok; Containing the Seasons,

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1850 edition. Excerpt: ...too, wherein were found Uncountable receipts, pretending each, If carefully attended to, to cure Mankind of folly, to root out the briers, And thorns, and weeds, that choked the growth of joy j And showing too, in plain and decent phrase, Which sounded much like Wisdom's, how to plant, To shelter, water, culture, prune, and rear The tree of happiness; and oft their plans Were tried; but still the fruit was green and sour. Of all the trees that in Earth's vineyard grew, And with their clusters tempted man to pull And eat, one tree, one tree alone, the true Celestial manna bore, which filled the soul, The tree of holiness, of heavenly seed, A native of the skies; though stunted much And dwarfed, by Time's cold, damp, ungenial soil, And chilling winds, yet yielding fruit so pure, So nourishing and sweet, as, on his way, Refreshed the pilgrim; and begot desire Unquenchable to climb the arduous path To where her sister plants, in their own clime Around the fount, and by the stream of life, Blooming beneath the Sun that never sets, Bear fruit of perfect relish fully ripe. To plant this tree, uprooted by the fall, To earth the Son of God descended, shed His precious blood; and on it evermore, From off his living wings, the Spirit shook The dews of heaven to nurse and hasten its growth Nor was this care, this infinite expense, Not needed to secure the holy plant. To root it out, and wither it from earth, Hell strovewith all its strength, and blew with all Its blasts! and Sin, with cold, consumptive breath, Involved it still in clouds of mortal damp. Yet did it grow, thus kept, protected thus; And bear the only fruit of true delight; The only fruit worth plucking under heaven. But few, alas! the holy plant could see, For heavy mists that Sin around more

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  • Paperback | 146 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 8mm | 272g
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236546199
  • 9781236546197