UPON The Dismal Narrative OF THE Afflictions of a Friend. Isaac Watts Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T82397 K067329.000 Watts, Isaac, 1674-1748. Horæ lyricæ: Poems, chiefly of the lyric kind. In two books. ... By I. Watts. London Printed by S. and D. Bridge, for John Lawrence at the Sign of the Angel in the Poultrey. MDCCVI. 1706 pp. 161-163. [20],267,[1]p.; 8⁰.

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UPON The Dismal Narrative OF THE Afflictions of a Friend . 1702. I. NOW let my Cares all buried lie , My Griefs for ever Dumb : Your Sorrows swell my Heart so high They leave my own no Room . II . Sickness and Pains are quite forgot , The Spleen itself is gone , Plung'd in your Woes I feel them not , Or feel them all in One . III . Infinite Grief puts Sense to flight , And all the Soul invades : So the broad Gloom of spreading Night Devours the Evening Shades . IV . Thus am I born to be Unblest ! This Sympathy of Woe Drives my own Tyrants from my Breast T' admit a Forreign Foe , V. Sorrows in long Succession reign ; Their Iron Rod I feel , Friendship has only chang'd the Chain , But I'me the Pris'ner still . VI . Why was this Life for Misery made ? Or why drawn out so long ? Is there no room amongst the Dead ? Or is a Wretch too Young ? VII . Move faster on , Great Nature's Wheel , Be kind , ye rolling Powers , Hurl my Days headlong down the Hill With undistinguisht Hours . VIII . Be dusky all my rising Suns , Nor smile upon a Slave : Darkness and Death , make hast at once To hide me in the Grave .