So let us both kneel down, and pray "REMEMBER NOW THY CREATOR." ERE the morning of life be gone by, Let that blessing, Religion, be thine, And "the clouds return after the rain." O how great are the blessings that spring When the body returns to its clod: Soon, soon, the blest season will end, And the world appears wretched and vain, But all hopes of a better are dead, And "the clouds have come after the rain." Then, while the gay morning of youth Submit to his gracious control; S. S. J. F. Winks, Printer, High street, Leicester. |