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How great my pleasures
at the play
(A lady once was heard
to say)
Amusement surely all
divine
Be such amusements
always mine
First there is the joy
I always know
Before the hour
arrives to go
And when I'm there -
but who can say
What are my raptures
at the play
Besides the
recollected joy
Next day affords me
sweet employ
That may be true, (a
friend replied)
But is there not one
joy beside
You have not
mentioned - tell me why
The joy of plays when
called to die
Perhaps a thunderbolt
from heav'n
Might then have less
confession giv'n
The gay young lady
felt the smart
Conviction seized her
wounded Heart
No more she boast her
former joys
Religion now her
thoughts employs
False pleasure can no
more amuse
Superior bliss she now
pursues
"O happy change", she
says and tells you why
"Religion's joy will
last when call'd to die
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