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Away went Gilpin, and away
Went posthoy at his heels,
The Iumb'ring of the wheels.
Six gentlemen upon the road,
Thus seeing Gilpin fly,
They rais'd the hue and cry :—
Stop thief! stop thief!—a highwayman!
Not one of them was mute;
Did join in the pursuit.
And now the turnpike gates again
Flew open in short space;
That Gilpin rode a race.
And so he did, and won it too,
For he got first to town;
He did again get down.
Now let us sing, long live the king,
And Gilpin long live be;
May X be there to see! F I
A Stranger's purpose in these lays
The path of sorrow, and that path alone,
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Admonish'd, scorn the caution and the friend,
Bent all on pleasure, heedless of it's end.
But he, who knew what human hearts would prove,
How slow to learn the dictates of his love,
That, hard by nature and of stubborn will,
A life of ease would make them harder still,
In pity to the souls his grace design'd
To rescue from the ruins of mankind,
Call'd for a cloud to darken all their years,
, 1 said, "Go, spend them in the vale of tears."
O balmy gales of soul reviving air!
O salutary streams, that murmur there!
These flowing from the fount of grace above,
Those breath'd from lips of everlasting love.
The flinty soil indeed their feet annoys;
Chill blasts of trouble nip their springing joys;
An envious World will interpose it's frown,
To mar delights superior to it's own;
And many a pang, experienc'd still within,
Reminds them of their hated inmate, Sin:
But ills of ev'ry shUpe and ev'ry name,
Transform'd to blessings, miss their cruel aim;
And ev'ry moment's calm, that sooths the breast,
Is giv'n in earnest of eternal rest.
Ah, be not sad, although thy lot be cast Far from the flock, and in a boundless waste! No shepherd's tents within thy view appear, But the chief Shepherd even there is near;
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Thy tender sorrows and thy plaintive strain
THE REV. W. CAWTHORNE UNWIN.
Unwin, I should but ill repay
The kindness of a friend,
As ever Friendship penn'd,
Not rashly, or in sport,
And faithful in it's sort,
The bud of peach or rose,
The stock whereon it grows,