JB/110/248/002

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And now on the pinions of evening let rest
On our privileged dwellings descend,
Let all, by the bounties of providence blest
With the spirit of peace shining fair in the breast
At the Throne of The Holy one bend.

And O! if a pilgrim who now wandering astray
The voice of his shepherd should hear
Let him turn swiftly back turn from his perilous way
For death is at hand, – & he loves to betray
The fool in his crooked career.

Alas! for the desolate soul that is left
To wrestle with sorrow & shame
When with treachery & harm the Spirit is deft
As it stands on the verge of the tenet all bereft
And remorse lights its heart-searing scorching flame.

Identifier: | JB/110/248/002 "JB/" can not be assigned to a declared number type with value 110.
Date_1		Marginal Summary Numbering
Box	110	Main Headings	of laws in general
Folio number	248	Info in main headings field
Image	002	Titles	friday evening
Category	collectanea	Number of Pages	4
Recto/Verso	recto	Page Numbering
Penner	sir john bowring	Watermarks
Marginals		Paper Producer
Corrections		Paper Produced in Year
Notes public		ID Number	36238
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