Samuel Wesley (poet, died 1735) Quotes

Beneath, a sleeping infant lies,
To earth whose ashes lent,
More glorious shall hereafter rise,
Though not more innocent. When the arch-angel's trump shall blow,
And souls and bodies join,
What crowds will wish, their lives below
Had been as short as thine!

Let sickness blast, and death devour,
If heaven must recompense our pains
Perish the grass, and fade the flower,
If firm the word of God remains.