I in the Burying Place may see
Graves not so long as I.
From Deaths Arrest no Age is free;
Young Children too may Dy.
My God , may such an awful sight
Awakening be to me!
Oh! that by Early Grace I might
For Death prepared be.
by Patience Worth
Sing, sing, oh sea!
Sing thy hush-song to the shores.
Sing, sing, sing, oh seat
Lift thy waves as emerald tongues,
Singing golden songs beneath the sun!
Sing, sing, sing, oh sea!