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Poem
August 25, 1774
The Virginia Gazette
Richmond, Williamsburg, Richmond County, Virginia
What is this article about?
A fatigued speaker, weary from life's storms, seeks refuge on land awaiting death to join the Saviour, urging friends not to grieve as heavenly joys await. The poem dismisses worldly status and possessions, emphasizing that virtue alone brings true happiness and peace.
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OCR Quality
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Fatigu'd and weary with the Storm of Life,
I ran my Pinnace on th'adjacent Strand;
Adieu! ye endless Source of Care and Strife,
Welcome thou safe, though narrow Point of Land
Content, I wait the next revolving Tide,
To place me by my blessed Saviour's Side;
Ah! cease, my Friends, no more repine,
Joys, heavenly Joys, will soon be mine!
Go, Mortal!
go
Of this, or that, my Lineage, or my Name
Be not inquisitive to know;
Kings, Beggars, are to Death the same!
If, or on Silks of Tyrian Dye,
In all the Pomp of State, you lie reclin'd,
Or in the humblest Bed your Body roll,
Nor this, nor that, can ease a tortur'd Soul!
To Death a Prey,
The Comfortless and Gay,
Must leave their worldly Goods behind!
The Good on Virtue, if in Rags, or costly Robes, rely.
Know this the Lesson of a Life,
Till thou dismiss that borrow'd Clay,
To quick returning Cares you'll be a Prey:
The States of Father, Sister, Wife,
Are Ties, though dear, not free from Strife
In Virtue, Happiness you'll find,
And sweet Content, and Peace of Mind.
What once I thought, and now I know,
Virtue alone is worth your Care below.
I ran my Pinnace on th'adjacent Strand;
Adieu! ye endless Source of Care and Strife,
Welcome thou safe, though narrow Point of Land
Content, I wait the next revolving Tide,
To place me by my blessed Saviour's Side;
Ah! cease, my Friends, no more repine,
Joys, heavenly Joys, will soon be mine!
Go, Mortal!
go
Of this, or that, my Lineage, or my Name
Be not inquisitive to know;
Kings, Beggars, are to Death the same!
If, or on Silks of Tyrian Dye,
In all the Pomp of State, you lie reclin'd,
Or in the humblest Bed your Body roll,
Nor this, nor that, can ease a tortur'd Soul!
To Death a Prey,
The Comfortless and Gay,
Must leave their worldly Goods behind!
The Good on Virtue, if in Rags, or costly Robes, rely.
Know this the Lesson of a Life,
Till thou dismiss that borrow'd Clay,
To quick returning Cares you'll be a Prey:
The States of Father, Sister, Wife,
Are Ties, though dear, not free from Strife
In Virtue, Happiness you'll find,
And sweet Content, and Peace of Mind.
What once I thought, and now I know,
Virtue alone is worth your Care below.
What sub-type of article is it?
Elegy
Ode
What themes does it cover?
Death Mourning
Moral Virtue
Religious Faith
What keywords are associated?
Life Storm
Death Refuge
Heavenly Joys
Virtue Peace
Worldly Pomp
Moral Lesson
Poem Details
Form / Style
Rhymed Couplets
Key Lines
Fatigu'd And Weary With The Storm Of Life,
I Ran My Pinnace On Th'adjacent Strand;
Adieu! Ye Endless Source Of Care And Strife,
Welcome Thou Safe, Though Narrow Point Of Land
Content, I Wait The Next Revolving Tide,
To Place Me By My Blessed Saviour's Side;
Ah! Cease, My Friends, No More Repine,
Joys, Heavenly Joys, Will Soon Be Mine!
Kings, Beggars, Are To Death The Same!
If, Or On Silks Of Tyrian Dye,
In All The Pomp Of State, You Lie Reclin'd,
Or In The Humblest Bed Your Body Roll,
Nor This, Nor That, Can Ease A Tortur'd Soul!
In Virtue, Happiness You'll Find,
And Sweet Content, And Peace Of Mind.
What Once I Thought, And Now I Know,
Virtue Alone Is Worth Your Care Below.