95. VISIT TO PONTOOSUC OR PITTSFIELD.Pittsfield, so nam'd from British statesman bold,Who dar'd command the struggles of the free,What time men forg'd the chains for liberty;How dear art thou to my pain'd vision old?And many a scene now past dost thou unfold,And many a wither'd joy, as well might be,For years have fall'n, as leaves from autumn tree,Since first thy light I saw and bliss untold.Swift as the shadow of a flying cloudAll earthly good departs; but as a rock,Which heeds not ocean's waves nor tempest loud,My faith in Jesus, Savior, bides the shock:—The same I held, when first in early youthI here proclaim'd the heav'n-descended truth.
95. VISIT TO PONTOOSUC OR PITTSFIELD.
Pittsfield, so nam'd from British statesman bold,Who dar'd command the struggles of the free,What time men forg'd the chains for liberty;How dear art thou to my pain'd vision old?And many a scene now past dost thou unfold,And many a wither'd joy, as well might be,For years have fall'n, as leaves from autumn tree,Since first thy light I saw and bliss untold.Swift as the shadow of a flying cloudAll earthly good departs; but as a rock,Which heeds not ocean's waves nor tempest loud,My faith in Jesus, Savior, bides the shock:—The same I held, when first in early youthI here proclaim'd the heav'n-descended truth.
Pittsfield, so nam'd from British statesman bold,
Who dar'd command the struggles of the free,
What time men forg'd the chains for liberty;
How dear art thou to my pain'd vision old?
And many a scene now past dost thou unfold,
And many a wither'd joy, as well might be,
For years have fall'n, as leaves from autumn tree,
Since first thy light I saw and bliss untold.
Swift as the shadow of a flying cloud
All earthly good departs; but as a rock,
Which heeds not ocean's waves nor tempest loud,
My faith in Jesus, Savior, bides the shock:—
The same I held, when first in early youth
I here proclaim'd the heav'n-descended truth.