To Mrs Alice Sutcliffe, on Her Divine Meditations
When I had read your holy Meditations,
And in them viewed the uncertainty of life,
The motives, and true spurs to all good nations,
The peace of conscience, and the godly's strife,
The danger of delaying to repent,
And the deceit of pleasures, by consent,
The comfort of weak Christians, with their warning,
From fearful backslides; and the debt we are in,
To follow goodness, by our own discerning
Our great reward, the eternal crown to win,
I said, who had supped so deep of this sweet chalice,
Must Celia be, the anagram off Alice.
And in them viewed the uncertainty of life,
The motives, and true spurs to all good nations,
The peace of conscience, and the godly's strife,
The danger of delaying to repent,
And the deceit of pleasures, by consent,
The comfort of weak Christians, with their warning,
From fearful backslides; and the debt we are in,
To follow goodness, by our own discerning
Our great reward, the eternal crown to win,
I said, who had supped so deep of this sweet chalice,
Must Celia be, the anagram off Alice.
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