English poem
The Conclusion of a Letter to Cousin F.R
by Anonymous
NE'er let the Prospect of a great Estate Dazle those Eyes, which I presum'd of late, Could from on High, with brave Disdain, look down On this World's fading Glory; since a Crown Of Life is promis'd for a Recompence Of hearty, true, sincere Obedience, Unto the faithful Soul, whose strong Desires Are centred in that Joy that ne'er expires. Ah, let enough suffice! Could Poverty Be Advocate, 'twould plead Excuse for thee: But if we grasp at Riches that are vain, Then bow is our Religion strong and plain?