BAXTER'S POEMS. My goods I fear are gone to waste, The best I.cannot find: The rest are in disorder cast: Which yet are left behind. llock'd my jewel in my chest: I '11 search lest that be gone: lf this one guest had quit my breast, I had been quite undone. I know it's sin that did all this; For nothing else could do it: I '11 charge upon it all I miss, And with the Law pursue it. My treacherous flesh had play'd its part, . And opened sin the door: And they have spoil'd and rohb'd my heart, And left it sad .and poor. How shall I see my landlord's face, How shall I pay his rent? When I have thus abused his grace, And have his. treasure spent ? Yet have I one great trusty friend, That will procure my peace ; And all this loss and ruin mend, And purchase my release. When I the prodigal had play'd, And all my portion spent ; Ne told me he,roy debts had paid, And bade me but. repent ,
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