AT Mid-night Hours, when Nature seems to nod,
And Sleep triumphs upon the Works of God,
Tormented Souls awake, and Spirits fly abroad,
Appear'd, with smiling Face, a Female's Ghost,
By Falshood to Elisium Shades was tost,
And thus harangu'd a Monster of a Man,
While Horror shook his Limbs and thro' his Pulses ran,
My Sins forgiven, now Glory swells my Breast,
I answer'd for your Bill, and Jesus for the rest.
My Joy begins, and your eternal Wo,
for I'm absolv'd above, as you below,
Where Truth and Justice reign; without a Flaw,
No Falshood there, nor sneaking Tricks of Law,
In Doomsday's Books your Name hath got a Mark,'
And every Angel was a Divine Clerk.
Receive this Rope resign'd me from the Tree,
And mourn and melt when you remember me.
Edinburgh, Printed by James Ross:
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1727 shelfmark: Ry.III.a.10(111)
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