To The Memory Of Mr. Self, Late Of Pulham Market Hall

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Title:     To The Memory Of Mr. Self, Late Of Pulham Market Hall
Author: James Parkerson [More Titles by Parkerson]

The tear of regret was observed all around,
When our neighbour and friend was consigned to the ground;
If penury hung round the Cottager’s door,
He ne’er would forget to remember the poor.
So cheerful in converse you always would find,
Neither spleen or ill nature could harass his mind;
Till age made its inroads he’d join with the gay,
At manly amusements to gladden the day.
In most friendly meetings for him they would call,
For I can say with truth he was liked by us all;
Good news for his country would him much pleasure bring,
For no subject in Britain rever’d more his King.
His conduct and actions would plainly foretell,
As a husband or parent but few did excel.
He was always a friend to the labouring poor,
To serve them at all times no one could strive more.
In all parish concerns he was found to be just,
And ne’er was the man that dishonoured his trust,
May the Angel that note all our errors above,
Blot out our lov’d friends thro’ angelical love:
May his spirit be numbered with those of the blest,
The moment grim death planted darts in his breast.
May his Children be strangers to every strife,
That too frequent attend many mortals thro’ life;
And when it shall choose the Almighty to call
Them from earthly troubles may he pardon them all.

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James Parkerson's poem: To The Memory Of Mr. Self, Late Of Pulham Market Hall

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