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![In case you’ve been looking for a poem to praise God for getting you through smallpox, Elizabeth Chitty’s got you covered!
A solemn Thank-offering to god, for recovery from Ye small-pox
Thoughtless of heav’n, lo! Threat’ning illness came,
Seiz’d ev’ry limb, and shook my youthful frame.
Then struck by conscious guilt with shud’ring dread,
Ten-thousand terrors hover’d o’er my head;
When sudden smiling, from my saviour’s face
Darts a mild ray of unexpected grace...
Stupendous love! A dying rebel lives
The fever, check’d the fierce disease withdrew,
And my young powers began to act a New.
Thanks to that kind supporter of my breath,
That pow’r who screen’d my guilty soul from death.
But now the long expected scene appears,
Scene all-alarming to my virgin fears...
Swifter than wind the dang’rous poison flies;
Pains ev’ry limb, infects the vital flood,
And swells the vains with streams of tained blood.
And racking tortures thrill in ev’ry vein;
No sympathizing parents round my bed...
Perplex’d commotions in my bosom roll,
And reason quits her empire o’er my soul...
Confus’d Idea’s crowd my struggling breast,
And apprehensive scenes of balmy rest.
Now flights of joy my raptur’d soul surprize,
Now clouds of melancholy gloom arise:
Clos’d in the confines of a narrow boat,
Across the smiling deep I seem to float...
-Adieu fantastic visions! Kind deceit!
I feel the powers of nature, fast retreat,
By pains awak’d my tortur’d sence returns,
In ev’ry vein the baleful fever burns. -
See! In compassion from his native skies,
At heav’n’s command my better angel flies;
Controls the thrilling anguish charms to rest,
And balmy raptures kindles in my breast:
Hail rosy health! Commission’d from above,
Pledge of a gracious god’s paternal love... Each dangerous symptom gradually with-draws...
Free beats the pulse, with ease the currents roll,
And native vigour prompts my active soul.
I new preceive, and bless a chast’ning god,
For ev’ry stroke of his paternal rod...
(and look at those long s’s!) #iulillylibrary #rarebooks ##commonplacebook #poetry #manuscripts [LMC 1673]](https://scontent-vie1-1.cdninstagram.com/vp/8b4297d2e61d68e7d6528d77548fab2c/5CE11DF6/t51.2885-15/sh0.08/e35/s640x640/50028327_387412968744756_8937354431559435347_n.jpg?_nc_ht=scontent-vie1-1.cdninstagram.com "In case you’ve been looking for a poem to praise God for getting you through smallpox, Elizabeth Chitty’s got you covered!
A solemn Thank-offering to god, for recovery from Ye small-pox
Thoughtless of heav’n, lo! Threat’ning illness came,
Seiz’d ev’ry limb, and shook my youthful frame.
Then struck by conscious guilt with shud’ring dread,
Ten-thousand terrors hover’d o’er my head;
When sudden smiling, from my saviour’s face
Darts a mild ray of unexpected grace...
Stupendous love! A dying rebel lives
The fever, check’d the fierce disease withdrew,
And my young powers began to act a New.
Thanks to that kind supporter of my breath,
That pow’r who screen’d my guilty soul from death.
But now the long expected scene appears,
Scene all-alarming to my virgin fears...
Swifter than wind the dang’rous poison flies;
Pains ev’ry limb, infects the vital flood,
And swells the vains with streams of tained blood.
And racking tortures thrill in ev’ry vein;
No sympathizing parents round my bed...
Perplex’d commotions in my bosom roll,
And reason quits her empire o’er my soul...
Confus’d Idea’s crowd my struggling breast,
And apprehensive scenes of balmy rest.
Now flights of joy my raptur’d soul surprize,
Now clouds of melancholy gloom arise:
Clos’d in the confines of a narrow boat,
Across the smiling deep I seem to float...
-Adieu fantastic visions! Kind deceit!
I feel the powers of nature, fast retreat,
By pains awak’d my tortur’d sence returns,
In ev’ry vein the baleful fever burns. -
See! In compassion from his native skies,
At heav’n’s command my better angel flies;
Controls the thrilling anguish charms to rest,
And balmy raptures kindles in my breast:
Hail rosy health! Commission’d from above,
Pledge of a gracious god’s paternal love... Each dangerous symptom gradually with-draws...
Free beats the pulse, with ease the currents roll,
And native vigour prompts my active soul.
I new preceive, and bless a chast’ning god,
For ev’ry stroke of his paternal rod...
(and look at those long s’s!) #iulillylibrary #rarebooks ##commonplacebook #poetry #manuscripts [LMC 1673]")
