Some walk in honour's gaudy shew,
Some dig for golden ore,
They toil for heirs they know not who,
And straight are seen no more.
Now I forbid my carnal hope,
My fond desire recall;
I give my mortal in'trest up,
And make my God my all.
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First Line: | Some walk in honour's gaudy shew |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1805 |