Ransom Mack Poem, undated
Lines on the Death of William Tiler
 
Come all young people far and near
Thes lines of death you quick shall hear
Its of a young man left this place
No more shall we behold his face
 
All in the bloom of life was he
Who sought this world as we do see
He had scarce reached his twentieth year
When in the grave as we do hear
 
Was laid this young man low in clay
There to await the Judgement day
His mouldering ashes there will lie
Till god shall call them up on high
 
Consumption quick took him away
His friends could not prolong his stay
All gold and silver could not save
This young mans body from the grave
 
No here, below his life is done his race is run
His wild career of life is done
He feels no more the wintry blast
Since now the coffin holds him fast
 
His great Eternal debt is paid
He lies once how the saviour laid /
His funeral mound the tufted sod
Shows how that nature answers god
 
What makes this instance more severe
A lady fair as we do hear
Whose nuptial vows and ardent smile
Showed that their hearts could neer beguile
But for reasons that I do not know
Nor reasons why it should be so
But this young man he false did prove
And far away he did remove
 
I pray all siners now give ear
Before in Judgement you appear
And make your choice before you be
Plunged in the gulph eternity
 
That darksome yawning pit of hell
Where sinners must forever dwell                                          April the 7th
Where summers sun has never yet                                                                 Garrett
Been seen to rise or seen to set                                                                       Ream
                                                                                                            Briston
Where cooling breeses neer will blow
To ease the pains of eternal woe
No friend to soothe the pressing grief
Or give your souls the least relief
 
Where moons bright beams will never shed
Her golden rays around your head
Where mornings star will never rise
To way its course throug summer skies
 
O sinner come I pray give oer
And go with me to that blest shore
There love is free from doubt and care
And Christ will be my your comfort there
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DATABASE CONTENT
(6941)DL0987.00574Letters18XX-04-07

Tags: Death (Military), Illnesses, Religion, Sadness

People - Records: 2

  • (2386) [writer] ~ Mack, Ransom
  • (2390) [associated with] ~ Tiler, William
SOURCES

Ransom Mack Poem, undated, DL0987.005, Nau Collection