Tixall Poetry.
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Whose glorys we can never see
Whilest burden'd with mortality.
Contempt and want, the world's great care,
Are a rich freight to carry there,
If that our will submission bring
And patience in the suffering,
Whose great reward we shall receive
When we this earthly prison leave;
And every atome of our pain
Find an eternity of gain.
Whilest burden'd with mortality.
Contempt and want, the world's great care,
Are a rich freight to carry there,
If that our will submission bring
And patience in the suffering,
Whose great reward we shall receive
When we this earthly prison leave;
And every atome of our pain
Find an eternity of gain.
