George Crabbe

In her experience all her friends relied,
Heaven was her help and nature was her guide.

In her experience all her friends relied,
Heaven was her help and nature was her guide.

The face the index of a feeling mind.

The face the index of a feeling mind.

But monument themselves memorials need.

But monument themselves memorials need.

"What is a church?" Let Truth and reason speak,
They would reply, "The faithful, pure and meek,
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"What is a church?" Let Truth and reason speak,
They would reply, "The faithful, pure and meek,
From Christian folds, the one selected race,
Of all professions, and in every place."

Oh! rather give me commentators plain,
Who with no deep researches vex the brain;
Who from the read more

Oh! rather give me commentators plain,
Who with no deep researches vex the brain;
Who from the dark and doubtful love to run,
And hold their glimmering tapers to the sun.