Poems (Sewell)/On the Death of Sir R. Sutton
ON THE DEATH OFSIR RICHARD SUTTON.December, 1802.
In those bright scenes, where Mercy dwells above,
Warm'd with the lustre of Redeeming Love!
There may the soul, refin'd, of Sutton dwell,
Who practis'd here its sacred laws so well!—
To Heaven supreme, we yield the friend we prize,
Tho' planted in the grave, sweet Hope shall rise,
And bear its fruit immortal in the skies.
Warm'd with the lustre of Redeeming Love!
There may the soul, refin'd, of Sutton dwell,
Who practis'd here its sacred laws so well!—
To Heaven supreme, we yield the friend we prize,
Tho' planted in the grave, sweet Hope shall rise,
And bear its fruit immortal in the skies.