A Prophetical LOVESONG By one of the Sons of Zion, in the days of his Youth, in his Travel towards the Holy Land through the Wilderness.  
Being a certain true Testimony by an Infallible Spirit of Prophecy, of what should befall him in his safe Arrival there, with the certainty of that and his portion then.  
In which is intermingled the miserable Estate of all the Gentiles, the wicked World, the backsliding House of Israel, the Jews called by the Name of Quakers, as it was given forth about the beginning of the 2 Month, 1661.  
With several other things since, and some before, as at the beginning of each is expressed.  
And now Published in its Season,  
By John Thomas.  
LONDON, Printed for the Author in the year, 1661.   

A Prophetical LOVESONG.  
SIng to the praise and glory of the Lord  
All you that can with voice with one accord,  
Sing praises to him from the inward part,  
Where his pure Law is written in the heart.  
Thou blessed seed of Jacob sweetly sing  
A Song of Love unto thy blessed King;  
There's none besides thyself that hath the voice,  
To sing aright nor rightly to rejoice,  
Before the Lord thy God thy King of peace,  
Who by his might will make thy Wars to cease;  
For thou art he that rightly for him sought,  
And he for thee thy Battles all have fought;  
He ne'er will cease to strive for Jacob's right,  
Until he sends his Foes all out of sight;  
Therefore O worm be quiet and be still,  
The Lord thy God will do thy work with skill:  
Consider well how he thy work began;  
Look thou to him, but never trust in man;  
For he is faithful and will bring to pass,  
All things for thee, and make thy foes like grass,  
To fade and wither when he doth appear,  
Then must they shrink, for none dares draw him near;  
Great is thy God, and glorious is his Name;  
Great is his Might, and great will be his Fame,  
When he hath finished all his work below,  
Their eyes shall see, and then their heart shall know;  
How he hath wrought in faithfulness for thee,  
Whilst thou wert weak, and in adversity.  
When all thy Foes did compass thee about,  
How he stood peer, and put them to the rout,  
How when the Tempter stood in wily wise,  
With outward glory, for to please thy eyes,  
He gave thee counsel which was safe and sound,  
That did preserve thy soul and him confound;  
How in thy sufferings he did thee support,  
And made thy strength like to a Royal Fort:  
Well armed, well man'd, with Ammunition strong,  
Void of all fear though 'twere besieged long.  
Nay, to be brief, in every state and station  
Thy God confounded the rebellious Nation;  
Yea▪ all the Nations that did stout withstand,  
Thy passage free, unto the promised land;  
In various ways he did them overthrow,  
And this in time thy heart shall surely know:  
Then shalt thou sing, and of a truth declare,  
That all his works, they works of wonders are.  
What though the blind and darkened souls deny,  
The works of God, and all his wonders high?  
Because they are not wrought all in their way,  
Therefore they rage, and would not he should sway;  
Sad are their thoughts, and sadness shall possess,  
Their hearts and souls, yea, anguish and distress,  
Shall sure surprise their inward with great pain,  
That would not have thy glorious God to Reign:  
Their eyes shall sink, within their holes so low,  
As not to see, the God they would not know.  
When Famine comes, than they shall sure be fed,  
With their own flesh, in lieu of goodly bread:  
Their tongues likewise, shall cleave unto the roof,  
Of their own mouths, because they hate reproof;  
Yea, when in torments they are fiery hot.  
They shall seek death, but they shall find it not.  
Assuredly, this is the bitter Lot,  
Of all the wicked that delights to plot,  
Against the just, to wrong him without cause,  
Inflicting torments contrary to Laws;  
Devising mischief, for to undermine  
The innocent, that wrongs not thee nor thine,  
Oh jacob's seed, come, let us join and sing,  
Unto the Lord, our only God and King:  
The songs of Zion, for he maketh haste  
To conquer all, and lay three Nations waste.  
He makes the Earth to stagger where we go,  
He makes it reel and stagger too and fro;  
He overturns, and overturn he will,  
Until his glory cover every hill,  
And all the Mountains that be high and steep,  
Be each removed far into the deep:  
He that begun, will never cease 'tis true,  
In conquering until he hath conquered you,  
That have been fierce to keep his seed in thrall,  
From their just freedom, on his name to call;  
All earthly minds shall drink of deep confusion,  
Which they'll receive from inward deep infusion.  
Oh earthly man how long wilt thou remain,  
Striving for death whilst life should be thy gain  
Shall that pure light, which thou dost still despise,  
Be but rejected by thy carnal eyes,  
And much contemned as a thing of nought,  
Although it ever thy salvation sought;  
Rouse up, awake, whilst that thou may'st, and know,  
The time's but short before the fatal blow,  
Be surely laid upon the heads of those,  
That oft were called, but still continued foes,  
The keeper shuts the door to keep all out,  
That would not come, whose hearts were ever stout.  
My soul begins to melt to think that they,  
Should be such fools so to neglect their day;  
And bring upon themselves such misery,  
With weeping, wailing, Oh the doleful cry!  
The mourning, howling, that's within their land,  
Now all their buildings found built on the sand;  
Behold the Lamb that hath been mild and meek,  
Although you cry, although you to him seek,  
Yet will he not regard your yoice, nor call.  
But be a Lion fierce among you all,  
There is no Plea that can ppease his wrath,  
His face is fury fierce, he knows the path  
You walked in, he knows full well the way,  
You did refuse when that it was your day;  
His sore displeasure you must sure abide,  
There is no place on earth for you to hide,  
Although you call unto the Mountains high,  
To cover you it cannot from his eye;  
Nay all the things that formerly you built,  
Are spoiled quite, and all their Virtue spilt;  
Your Plea of wonders and sad sanctity,  
Will but augment your pain and misery:  
I tell you plain you that will not beware,  
Will suddenly be caught within this snare,  
From whence no Art, nor skill can get thee free,  
But thou shalt ever there tormented be;  
Thy conscience then shall know assuredly,  
The worm that lives that worm will never die,  
That worm shall sure bring all thy pains to pass,  
That thou wert told of when thou wert an Ass;  
Wildly wand'ring on the Mountains high,  
And on each hill that reached near the sky;  
But in the Valleys thou wouldst not be seen,  
To seed on pastures that were fresh and green,  
Thou wouldst no water that the plant might thrive  
For to refresh and keep thy soul alive,  
Behold therefore with dough thou shalt be fed,  
Thy hungry maw shall never feed on bread,  
Thy greedy eye with greediness shall feed,  
On every thing that makes thy heart to bleed.  
Repent therefore, or take this dismal doom,  
When 'tis too late Repentance hath no room.  
Rouse up, Rouse up, unfold thy slothful hands,  
Down with thy building that's built on the sands;  
Build on the Rock before the tempest rise,  
And all the storms fall on thee from the skies:  
Remember man who art but earth and clay,  
That God is just, and justly will repay,  
The slothful sluggard that will take no pains  
To get a living, for the greatest gains;  
The diligent shall sure regarded be,  
And all his work go on most prosperously;  
He maketh rich and hath its corn in store  
To feed his house when others hunger sore.  
Oh blessed seed this is thy nature right,  
The day to care and rest thee in the night;  
Thou art not slow nor slothful in thy way,  
But labouring hard all hours in the day,  
Thy store, thy stock, is great in all that's meet,  
And of thy pains thou reapest what is sweet,  
Thou hast thy living by the sweat of brow,  
Thy cares are great, well, though it be so now,  
Thou shalt have ease, thou shalt have rest be sure,  
Thy faithful God, will undertake to cure  
Thee from all pain, and make thy sorrow cease,  
He'll bring thee freedom, yea, and perfect ease,  
With his own hand he'll wipe thy tears away;  
For sorrow, joy and gladness shall bear sway,  
In all thy Land there shall no mourning be,  
No heaviness of heart at all with thee;  
But all thy friends and lovers every one,  
Shall sure be freed from every sigh and groan;  
No sad complaints nor sense of any grief,  
But every one receives his own relief,  
Then shall ye sing, then shall ye all rejoice,  
When this sweet Language and this blessed Voice,  
Is heard within thy borders everywhere,  
Then from rejoicing thou canst not forbear:  
Nay thou shalt sing and make sweet Melody,  
Unto the Lord thy God that dwells on high,  
Then in thy mouth his praises will be found,  
The Songs of Zion then will sweetly sound:  
Behold the day approacheth very high,  
Lift up thy head, yea, now lift up thine Eye,  
And see thy God advancing not afar,  
But very nigh, just like a man of war;  
What ere he doth rejoice thou in his sight,  
Be sure it is for thee, that he doth fight,  
He'll plead thy cause with all the nations round,  
And never cease, until he them confound:  
Yet but a little while and it is done,  
Me thinks mine eye beholds him swiftly run,  
As if in haste, thy foes he would destroy  
That in his work, thy harmless heart might joy.  
Be patient then, thou Innocent and stay,  
Thy mind on him for thine will be the day,  
Which is at hand, as I have said before,  
That thou shalt glory in't for evermore;  
Then shall thy hand upon the music play,  
When Zion's King shall rule and bear the sway,  
When all the Nations bend and bow the Knee,  
Unto thy King, and worship none but he:  
They that are saved, surely thus shall do,  
Oh Jacob's King; they all will run unto▪  
Thus will he bring the Glory and the Fame▪  
Of all his work to thee and his great name;  
Rejoice therefore before him night and day,  
He is thy King and he must bear the sway;  
Thou art the seed that he hath blest alone,  
Rejoice for thou shalt sit upon his throne.  
What shall I say of Jacob's blessed seed?  
The Lord their God for ever will them feed,  
In pastures large, where they shall safely lie,  
Void of all fear, in perfect liberty;  
Thy Enemies shall never more annoy,  
Thy habitation, nor thy Land destroy,  
Thou shalt not plant for others to root up,  
Nor never more drink of a bitter Cup.  
Thou shalt not build, and others pluck it down,  
For perfect peace shall be thy sure Renown,  
Thy Wars have end, thy Foes are all destroyed,  
There is none left that ever thee annoyed.  
Behold the Lamb hath got the Conquest quite,  
With his great Army clothed all in white;  
Yea, every one is fully overthrown,  
Thy calm is come all storms are overblown;  
Rejoice therefore unto him, sing thy song,  
That brought the day thou groan'st for very long;  
Lo now 'tis come, up to thy legs and stand,  
The Turtles voice, is pleasant in thy land:  
The Bridegroom now prepares his Bride to meet,  
That in chaste love they may each other greet;  
Each lips shall join to give a blessed kiss,  
And live for ever in their endless bliss.  
Thou blessed seed for thee he makes his feast,  
And thou shalt be his choice and chiefest guest:  
It is for thee that he doth all prepare,  
Feed of his dainties, feed and do not spare;  
This food will never cloy thy stomach more,  
Though thou shouldst feed and never once give o'er.   

The Pedigree of the Seed of Jacob.  
BEhold thy line, thy lineage, thy descent,  
Thy pedigree, thy coat of Arms, thy tent,  
Thy habitation, thy abiding place,  
Thy kindred all sprung from a royal race,  
Before the Earth or Heavens yet were made,  
Before the deeps, or Adam used a spade;  
Before that Eve brought either son or daughter,  
Before she knew what mourning was or laughter,  
Before the Hills or Mountains yet were known,  
Before a Sun in Firmament was shown,  
Before the Moon or Stars at all appeared,  
Thou wert by him that made them all endeared:  
Yea, thou were't precious in his glorious eye,  
And much esteemed and made to stand him nigh;  
Thou were't one with him though you seemed apart,  
Yet were you one united in one heart.  
Hence didst thou spring, hence didst thou first arise,  
This is the root of all thy progenies.  
He that will read this noble Heraldry,  
Must live in light, or else he cannot spy  
The depth hereof, nor understand the phrase,  
It is not known in any other place.   

Sobs, sighs, and groans, in deep distress of spirit, uttered forth in these following lines.  
WHen shall I cease? when shall I once forbear,  
With sighs and sobs my inward All to tear?  
The weight is great, in grief therefore I groan,  
My grievous wounds are cured yet by none;  
They inward bleed like Ulcers out of sight,  
Who can come at my wound to cure it right?  
Who shall I seek that can right pity take?  
Who can me ease and sound my wound once make?  
My Friends they are become like mortal foes,  
Instead of help they do augment my woes:  
They cannot see into my wound, and say,  
This is the cure, this is the only way.  
Their words, their deeds doth but increase my grief;  
Small is their help and bitter their relief:  
Then all Relations of the earthly birth,  
Condemn my sadness and cry out for mirth;  
Their jolly natures can no pleasure take  
In one so sad, unless he'll merry make.  
Behold! all help is far removed from me,  
To ease my pain, my grief, my misery.  
Thus am I left alone to sigh and sob,  
To grieve and mourn with many a bitter throb.  
I am like one that's swallowed in the deep,  
That out of darkness never more should peep;  
But Jonah like that lay within the Whale  
Until commanded by a gentle gale,  
To bring him forth, and lay him on the shore:  
Thus was he saved, Why may not I therefore  
Expect Deliverance from the self same hand,  
That Jonah saved and brought him safe to Land?  
He is the same in every sort and kind,  
A God that fails not, when it is his mind:  
'Tis he alone that hath good balm in store,  
To cure all wounds, if they be never so sore.  
Though they be mortal his immortal hand,  
Can with one touch, make mortals well to stand.  
Oh this is he that I must only have,  
To raise the immortal from the mortal grave.  
I'll seek no more, I have the Physic found,  
And the Physician that can cure my wound.  
I will abandon every friend and foe  
For any Physic, but will to him go.  
First written about the latter end of the 2. month or the beginning of the 3. 1661.   

A few lines from the Author to his Wife in the Country, testifying the manner and nature of his love, springing up in him towards her about the beginning of the 2. month, 1661. that had been vailed many years.  
BEhold my love got through the thickest cloud,  
To show itself in line and language loud;  
Thine ear, thine eye, let both be opened clear,  
That the sweet voice of true love may draw near.  
Behold, all clouds are vanishing apace,  
That my true love may show its comely face:  
It hath been hid and covered many a day,  
But now is clothed with the son's array;  
It's beauteous beams let thy pure eye behold,  
Be warmed therewith, 'twil keep thee safe from cold.  
Be fed also with pleasure and delight;  
Yet surfeit not, lest thou shouldst lose the sight:  
Be moderate, 'twil give thee sweet content,  
This is true love which God alone hath sent  
For to refresh, thy fainting soul at last,  
When thou wert hopeless evermore to taste,  
Of this thy long-desired heavenly bliss;  
Behold at last it comes and gives thee a kiss.  
This love is not of any earthly kind,  
Though in the earth, not of an earthly mind:  
It's from above and dwelleth in true light,  
Pleasing to God, all-pleasing in his sight:  
Receive therefore thy lot from God alone,  
Who did give ear unto thy sighs and moan,  
Sink down full low in true humility  
Before the Lord that brought this love to thee.  
'Tis he alone that doth deserve the praise,  
Of all that's done to him, be it always.   

These ensuing lines were writ upon her Answer to the former, but never yet sent.  
BEhold the love that lately did thee greet,  
Doth once again send salutations sweet;  
Since that my former lines have made thee bold,  
Yet speaks once more unto thine eye behold;  
And to thine ear do thou attend and hear  
My true love's voice as it shall now appear.  
Behold my Turtle thou hast found thy mate,  
And it finds thee so prettily to prate,  
Of precious love so pleasing to its ear  
So harmlessly, that it cannot forbear  
To praise thy Teacher, for thy pleasant voice,  
And beg that he may teach him to rejoice,  
As doth become a heart admiring one,  
That is the Fountain of true love alone,  
From whence my love hath all its rise and springs,  
From thence it streams unto all precious things:  
What though the seasons formerly were sad,  
Whilst that my love in dismal clouds was clad,  
And did displease the sight that often sought,  
With wearied pains, and many combat sought,  
To seek the presence of its just desire,  
Yet still by death was forced to retire;  
If for a moment that it did appear  
Dark gloominess, would hasten to draw near,  
And overcast the goodness it did show  
In doleful-wise as if it never knew,  
That aught proceeded from its good and right;  
Thus was my love veiled in a sad dark night:  
But now behold the dawning of the day,  
Saith, that all clouds must vanish quite away,  
And all the darkness, that dark night once brought,  
Shall not be found though ne'er so closely sought:  
The morning Star most brightly doth appear,  
By that we know the morning's very near;  
Then comes the day that all the nights expel,  
With their black clouds that were as dark as hell;  
Then shall the Sun in its full lustre shine,  
With a transcendent glory all divine,  
Where thy true love will manifest its fame,  
Its virtue, worth, its glory, and its name;  
Its nature right, it shall discover soon,  
That thou wilt need no other heavenly boon;  
It will so fully to thy soul present,  
All satisfaction to thine own content,  
Then nought remains for thee but lay thy head,  
Upon his breast to feed and to be fed;  
His arms of love shall sweetly thee embrace,  
Behold his eye, his cheek, his comely face,  
They are all for thee prepared, and kept in store,  
Feed thou hereon, what can thy heart have more?  
This thou shalt reap, this sure shall be thy gain,  
Thy patient waiting shall not be in vain.   

The Author's Prayer to God to be delivered out of outward troubles, which depended upon the judgement and determination of the Committee and Commissioners of Excise, who have detained him many Days and Months to wait on them, and yet refuse to do him justice.  
THou canst alone, O Lord, my cause right plead,  
And all my Judges unto justice lead,  
Their understanding open, give them light,  
That they may see the way to do me right:  
Let not their wills be wilful to give law,  
But rectified and make them stand in awe  
Of thee that act a Judge, most just to all,  
Before whose Seat thou wilt each of them call,  
Where they'll have justice with impartial hand,  
Without respect to persons or command,  
Infuse thou this into their hearts with sense  
Of thy great power and magnificence;  
That from those thoughts they may inclined be  
To do me right, and that right willingly.  
Oh Lord appear, that thy pure presence may  
Plead firm my cause in every word I say▪  
Oh let thy power in its naked strength,  
If they resist confound them all at length;  
Make each with shame from folly to retire,  
And all at last grant me my just desire,  
That when thou hast performed my request  
Thou mayest for ever of my soul be blest,  
And magnified as my true God alone,  
Who hast regard to each right sigh and groan.   

Some fruits of the Tree of Life brought forth through the Author, about the middle of the 4. Month, 1661.  
BEhold the fruit that freely doth proceed  
From love, beloved from love that fain would feed,  
Each hungry soul with food that will endure,  
Not fade away, but everlasting sure;  
Such food as will refresh each fainting heart,  
Such food as will remove away all smart;  
Such food as will all deep distempers cure,  
Such food as will the barren land manure;  
Such food as will the mountains Levelly low,  
And all the Hills where barren things do grow;  
Such food as feeds within the Wilderness  
The wearied soul in straits and great distress;  
Such food as feeds the heart when fainting most,  
Such food preserves from yielding up the Ghost;  
Such food preserves the dying soul from death,  
Such food as this, renews, revives the breath;  
This is the food that makes the lame to walk,  
The dumb and stammerer words in plainness talk;  
This is the food that doth preserve and cherish,  
The living soul before the Lord to flourish;  
This is the food that makes the soul to sing,  
A pleasant song unto its blessed King;  
This is the food that makes it thrive and grow,  
In trembling fear, and meekness very low;  
This is the food that teacheth it to seek,  
All things it wants from God in spirit meek,  
This is the food that makes it ask and have  
Things that are needful, and what ever it crave;  
This is the food that makes i● seek in faith,  
And have all granted whatsoever it saith.  
This is the food that all must feed upon,  
This is the food that leads to God alone;  
This is the food, this is the living way,  
This the true Guide that leadeth none astray▪  
This is the food that cometh from above,  
This is the food that's filled full of love;  
This is the flesh whereof we are to eat,  
This is the bread that is become our meat;  
This is the substance of the souls desire,  
This the safe harbour for each to retire▪  
This is the rock whereon we are to build,  
That of his virtue we may all be filled;  
This is the Lamb that ever hath been slain,  
Since that the world had its Foundation lain;  
This is the Christ that hath with patience born,  
Man's proud contempt, derision, flouts and scorn.  
This is the Heir, this is the only Son,  
That all would help, if all would to him run.  
This is the patient Lamb that would forgive  
Each one their sins, and teach them how to live,  
If they would hearken and his voice obey,  
And not be hardened whilst it is their day.  
This is the Lion that will once be fierce  
To proud contemners, & their hearts through pierce,  
When that his wrath shall in his face appear,  
No man so stout dares then approach him near;  
With fear and horror they shall be dismayed,  
His fury fierce shall make all flesh afraid.  
This is the Bridegroom that prepares to ride  
Triumphantly before his glorious Bride.  
What shall I say, this is the Lamb alone,  
That shall for ever sit upon God's Throne.  
BEhold, behold the Fountain and the Spring  
Of my true life, my God my only King;  
Behold my health, my wealth, and all my store  
Flows from this spring with blessings evermore.  
Behold my hopes of all eternal bliss,  
My true desires all proceeds from this.  
What can I seek but here it's to be found,  
If it be sought right from a righteous ground.  
What can I think of in my thoughts to have,  
If rightly thought, but granted when I crave;  
A God of knowledge and exceeding wise,  
Considerate of all necessities.  
Is this one God whom I depend upon,  
As my most faithful living God alone,  
Who hath my soul preserved from misery,  
From deep distress and sad anxiety,  
From all my thraldom he deliverance wrought,  
When that my soul deliverance of him sought;  
To all my sighs and groans he had regard,  
Whilst yet in bondage I was used hard;  
When no compassion any would afford,  
He then drew near and spoke the only word  
That did relieve, that did afford relief,  
That did remove my sorrows, cares and grief;  
That did revive my spirits drooping state,  
Strengthening my heart before it was to late,  
Unto my wounds he poured Oil to heal  
The breaches made, he tendered much my Weal,  
When that my foes surrounded me about,  
He still drew near and put them to the rout,  
When snares and 'gins in subtlety were laid  
To catch my feet, in faithfulness he said,  
Behold the danger thou art running in,  
His light discovered both the snare and gin:  
His Word was heard my soul preserved thereby,  
When to the pit my feet drew very nigh;  
His words were spoken all in season right  
To save from death, from darkness and dark night,  
From the Devourer and destroying hand,  
From Satan's wiles, Prince of the darkened land.   

To a Maid making silver or gold Lace.  
BEhold the wicked soon shall run their race,  
Then shall we need no Gold or silver Lace;  
No glorious garb nor foolish fond array,  
All such shall seem like filthy dirt and clay;  
Then no respect for any outward pride,  
But all for ever shall be that denied.   

Of young George Fox.  
BEhold young George with Enoch hath his lot,  
To walk with God on Earth he walked not;  
Yet of a truth my soul can truly tell,  
That a great Prophet's fallen in Israel;  
That of the earth is in the earth laid low,  
The proper centre of all earth we know:  
But his true life doth live (shall never die)  
With God above to all Eternity;  
The righteous shall not when they fly from hence  
Lose their reward, nor their just recompense;  
Their memory shall not like worldlings rot,  
But firm endure for ever without blot.   

To a Maid known by the Name of Anne Robinson (I think called a Quaker,) pretending service for the Lord to Jamaica; but it's a Lie; for the Word of the Lord was brought unto her by the Author to forbid her the Journey, and to deny her the Message, and to tell her, that if she did attempt it, she should die by the way, and never see that Land; which word she stiffly denied and contemned: Thereupon were these ensuing lines sent unto her by the Author from the Lord God, which shall surely be her portion.  
ALthough thy brow be made as firm as brass,  
Know that thy knowledge makes thee but an Ass:  
Although the Iron sinews of thy neck  
Will not admit of any faithful check,  
But most rebellious thou wilt wander still,  
Pretending service in thy wilful will,  
Unto the Lord that loathes thou shouldst pretend  
To be his servant, or that he should send  
One so unfit to publish or declare  
To Foreign Nations, what his wonders are:  
Know that thy pride shall not thee safe preserve  
From such a lash as thou doth just deserve;  
From such a stroke as thou hast on't been ●old,  
From such an 〈◊〉 though thou be never so bold,  
It is decreed and cannot alterld be,  
Unless repentance soon proceed from thee,  
If thou go on, and say the Lord doth send,  
Then shalt thou never see thy journey's end.  
JOHN THOMAS.   

OH that the Jews had not their God forgot,  
Then had they never drawn this cursed lot,  
Which now must light upon them great and small,  
And prove as bitter to their taste as Gall;  
The trembling cup the dregs they must all drink,  
The taste thereof will make all strength to sink;  
Yea, weak as water, sure shall every one  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 therewith, to cry, to sigh, to groan,  
To weep, to wail, and to lament the day  
That they were born, to mourn in sad array,  
Those doleful cry, their lamentations great,  
〈◊〉 pangs their pains shall make their flesh to sweat;  
Their agony shall be beyond compare  
Their nakedness to every eye made bare,  
With all the filth that now they covered have,  
Their secret sin● shall not lie in the grave;  
It must come forth with all the vile deceit  
It lived in, and every cunning bait,  
With which they oft deceived the simple ones,  
Will now appear within their flesh and bones:  
Then shall just judgement on it swiftly run,  
They'll have their doom▪ and thus their work is done.  
JOHN THOMAS.  
●INIS.