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ON THE SAME SUBJECT.
Than me more joyful never reach'd the shore / A vessel, by the winds long tost and tried, / Whose crew, late hopeless on the waters wide, / To a good God their thanks, now prostrate, pour; / Nor captive from his dungeon ever tore, / Around whose neck the noose of death was tied, / More glad than me, that weapon laid aside / Which to my lord hostility long bore.
All ye who honour love in poet strain, / To the good minstrel of the amorous lay / Return due praise, though once he went astray; / For greater glory is, in Heaven's blest reign, / Over one sinner saved, and higher praise, / Than e'en for ninety-nine of perfect ways.
MACGREGOR.