The pilgrim's viaticum, or, The destitute but not forlorn being a divine poem / digested from meditations upon the Holy Scripture by Eliz. Tipper.

A THOƲGHT.

TO some remote and melancholly Wood, Where Trees in growth and nearness do com∣bine, The Sun in all his Forces never could Peep through the Branches they so closely twine.

In this obscure Shade fain would I get, From all the World, my Friends as well as Cares, While some sweet Vision blest the kind retreat, And pitying look'd upon my Sighs and Tears.

Against a Tree my weary Head should ly, And on my panting Heart be plac'd my Hand, My Sighs, devoutly piercing, cut the Sky, While of my LORD I humbly this demand.

O be thou pleas'd to let me know, I am In thy dear Favour, ••••ough with Grief opprest, And that vile Sin shall ne're expose to shame, Or stop me in the Paths to Heavenly Rest:

And that I shall the World in Justice leave, Rendring to every one their Righteous due, When I am gone my Memory may receive The blessed Character of Just and True.

And that the Time shall joyfully expire, Wherein I am to breathe and speak my last: And being possess'd of this, which I desire, Call'd up to Heaven, and leave the Earth in hast.