Sir Cuthbert Sharp, ‘The Departed Pilgrim’ from Poems on a Variety of Subjects (Sunderland: The Author, 1828), pp.10-11.
Rest, O weary traveller, rest
Thy tiresome age-worn limbs;
Thou’st battled with the wild contest
Of world and worldly things.
Thy spirit now soars far away
Beyond the lucid skies;
Methinks I hear thy Saviour say,
Well done, thou’st won the prize.
Bright angels hail thee welcome home,
And place thee by their side;
Close to thy Father’s dazzling throne,
For ever to abide!!!
There joy unalter’d ever reigns,—
There pleasure never dies;
Ambrosial seats and flow’ry plains
Attract thy wond’ring eyes.
Now, sire, thy trials all are past,
The voyage of life is o’er;
And thou hast reach’d the port at last
Of heav’n’s delightful shore.