William Cowper

In indolent vacuity of thought.

In indolent vacuity of thought.

True Charity, a plant divinely nurs'd.

True Charity, a plant divinely nurs'd.

He comes, the herald of a noisy world,
With spatter'd boots, strapp'd waist, and frozen locks;
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He comes, the herald of a noisy world,
With spatter'd boots, strapp'd waist, and frozen locks;
News from all nations lumbering at his back.

All zeal for a reform, that gives offence
To peace and charity, is mere pretence.

All zeal for a reform, that gives offence
To peace and charity, is mere pretence.

Oh to have a lodge in some vast wilderness. Where rumors of oppression and deceit, of unsuccessful and successful wars read more

Oh to have a lodge in some vast wilderness. Where rumors of oppression and deceit, of unsuccessful and successful wars may never reach me anymore.