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A Tale, Founded On A Fact, Which Happened In January 1779.

By William Cowper

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Where Humber pours his rich commercial stream     There dwelt a wretch, who breathed but to blaspheme;     In subterraneous caves his life he led,     Black as the mine in which he wrought for bread.     When on a day, emerging from the deep,     A Sabbath-day (such Sabbaths thousands keep!),     The wages of his weekly toil he bore     To buy a cockwhose blood might win him more;     As if the noblest of the featherd kind     Were but for battle and for death designd;     As if the consecrated hours were meant     For sport, to minds on cruelty intent;     It chanced (such chances Providence obey)     He met a fellow-labourer on the way,     Whose heart the same desires had once inflamed;     But now the savage temper was reclaimd,     Persuasion on his lips had taken place;     For all plead well who plead the cause of grace.     His iron heart with Scripture he assaild,     Wood him to hear a sermon, and prevaild.     His faithful bow the mighty preacher drew,     Swift as the lightning-glimpse the arrow flew.     He wept; he trembled; cast his eyes around,     To find a worse than he; but none he found.     He felt his sins, and wonderd he should feel.     Grace made the wound, and grace alone could heal.     Now farewell oaths, and blasphemies, and lies!     He quits the sinners for the martyrs prize.     That holy day was washd with many a tear,     Gilded with hope, yet shaded too by fear.     The next, his swarthy brethren of the mine     Learnd, by his alterd speech, the change divine!     Laughd, when they should have wept, and swore the day     Was nigh when he would swear as fast as they.     No, said the penitent, such words shall share     This breath no more; devoted now to prayer.     Oh! if Thou seest (thine eye the future sees)     That I shall yet again blaspheme, like these;     Now strike me to the ground on which I kneel,     Ere yet this heart relapses into steel;     Now take me to that heaven I once defied,     Thy presence, thy embrace!He spoke, and died!

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William Cowper (1731–1800) was an English poet and hymnodist whose work bridges the gap between the Augustan age and Romanticism. His poems "The Task" and "John Gilpin" were enormously popular, and his hymn "God Moves in a Mysterious Way" remains widely sung.

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