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Poem
December 4, 1822
The Hillsborough Recorder
Hillsboro, Orange County, North Carolina
What is this article about?
Poem praising the Sabbath School at Lake Lane, Portsmouth, England, highlighting its role in educating children in faith and truth, and envisioning their future as leaders, missionaries, and reformers like Milton, Howard, and Wilberforce.
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Written on a Visit to the interesting Sabbath
School at Lake Lane, Portsmouth, (Eng.)
See doubly blest th' auspicious day
This edifice was plann'd;
And may immortal gifts repay
The Founder's liberal hand:
Angels with joy beheld it rise,
To train immortals to the skies.
How sweet to mark the artless throng,
To hear th' ingenuous youth
Raise with one voice the infant song,
And learn the word of truth:
Delightful work! his path to trace
Who died to save our ruin'd race.
Now fancy o'er life's little span,
Glances their busy eve,
And sees them bear the name of man-
Industrious, good and wise:
Bids them each useful art employ,
Anticipates their future joy
With quenchless ardor some may shine,
From hence arise and shine,
To wipe the wretch's tears away,
And heal with balm divine;
With winning eloquence to tell,
What glories in Emanuel dwell.
Some of the little ones may live
To adorn their country's name:
Indulgent Heaven by them may give
Fresh lustre to her fame.
Some may the blessed gospel bear
To distant lands and plant it there.
Perhaps the eye of Heaven may view
Some infant Milton here;
Perhaps some youthful Howard too,
To every age still dear;
Perhaps some Wilberforce again
Pleading with zeal the rights of men.
And many to this honour'd spot,
On God's eventful day,
(O, happy enviable lot!)
Grateful shall point and say,
'Twas-there-to us the bliss was given,
To seek and find the path to Heaven!'
Written on a Visit to the interesting Sabbath
School at Lake Lane, Portsmouth, (Eng.)
See doubly blest th' auspicious day
This edifice was plann'd;
And may immortal gifts repay
The Founder's liberal hand:
Angels with joy beheld it rise,
To train immortals to the skies.
How sweet to mark the artless throng,
To hear th' ingenuous youth
Raise with one voice the infant song,
And learn the word of truth:
Delightful work! his path to trace
Who died to save our ruin'd race.
Now fancy o'er life's little span,
Glances their busy eve,
And sees them bear the name of man-
Industrious, good and wise:
Bids them each useful art employ,
Anticipates their future joy
With quenchless ardor some may shine,
From hence arise and shine,
To wipe the wretch's tears away,
And heal with balm divine;
With winning eloquence to tell,
What glories in Emanuel dwell.
Some of the little ones may live
To adorn their country's name:
Indulgent Heaven by them may give
Fresh lustre to her fame.
Some may the blessed gospel bear
To distant lands and plant it there.
Perhaps the eye of Heaven may view
Some infant Milton here;
Perhaps some youthful Howard too,
To every age still dear;
Perhaps some Wilberforce again
Pleading with zeal the rights of men.
And many to this honour'd spot,
On God's eventful day,
(O, happy enviable lot!)
Grateful shall point and say,
'Twas-there-to us the bliss was given,
To seek and find the path to Heaven!'
What sub-type of article is it?
Ode
Hymn
What themes does it cover?
Religious Faith
Moral Virtue
Patriotism
What keywords are associated?
Sabbath School
Lake Lane
Portsmouth
Religious Education
Future Leaders
Milton
Howard
Wilberforce
Gospel
Heaven
Poem Details
Title
Lines Written On A Visit To The Interesting Sabbath School At Lake Lane, Portsmouth, (Eng.)
Subject
Visit To The Sabbath School At Lake Lane, Portsmouth
Key Lines
See Doubly Blest Th' Auspicious Day This Edifice Was Plann'd;
How Sweet To Mark The Artless Throng, To Hear Th' Ingenuous Youth Raise With One Voice The Infant Song, And Learn The Word Of Truth:
Perhaps The Eye Of Heaven May View Some Infant Milton Here; Perhaps Some Youthful Howard Too, To Every Age Still Dear; Perhaps Some Wilberforce Again Pleading With Zeal The Rights Of Men.
And Many To This Honour'd Spot, On God's Eventful Day, (O, Happy Enviable Lot!) Grateful Shall Point And Say, 'Twas There To Us The Bliss Was Given, To Seek And Find The Path To Heaven!'