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INTLODUCTORY DEDICATION.

Rude as they are no more I seek:

Nor would repress the humbling thought,

Much of the cross, that those may speak Who bear it not:

That worshippers with lip and tongue Yet fix'd to earth, may lingering stand; And e'en may Zion's harp have strung In a strange land.

Though clear the head, that darkness still May o'er the inmost heart prevail; As light, more oft, plays o'er the hill Than threads the dale.

Nor are these simple lays design'd, While of celestial themes they treat, As transcripts of the private mind, Thine eye to meet;