NEAR THIS PLACE LIE THE BODIES OF JOHN HEWET AND SARAH DREW AN INDUSTRIOUS YOUNG MAN, AND VIRTUOUS MAIDEN OF THIS PARISH; CONTRACTED IN MARRIAGE WHO BEING WITH MANY OTHERS AT HARVEST WORK, WERE BOTH IN AN INSTANT KILLED BY LIGHTNING ON THE LAST DAY OF JULY 171' Think not by rigorous judgment seiz'd, A pair so faithful could expire; Victims so pure Heav'n saw well pleas'd And snatch'd them in Coelestial fire. Live well and fear no sudden fate; When God calls Virtue to the grave, Alike tis Justice, soon or late, Mercy alike to kill or save. Virtue unmov'd can hear the Call, And face the Flash that melts the Ball. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG OF THE LITTLE WHITE GIRL by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE FIELD MOUSE by WILLIAM SHARP THE HIGH-PRIEST TO ALEXANDER by ALFRED TENNYSON HOME THOUGHTS FROM EUROPE by HENRY VAN DYKE A SONG OF LIFE by ABRAHAM IBN EZRA |