The Bard Of The Dales Or Poems And Miscellaneous Pieces

This book is a collection of poems and miscellaneous pieces written by John Castillo. The poems are partly in the Yorkshire dialect, making them a unique and enjoyable read. This book is a must-read for anyone interested in English literature and the Yorkshire dialect. This work has been selected by scholars as being culturally important, and is part of the knowledge base of civilization as we know it. This work is in the "public domain in the United States of America, and possibly other nations. Within the United States, you may freely copy and distribute this work, as no entity (individual or corporate) has a copyright on the body of the work. Scholars believe, and we concur, that this work is important enough to be preserved, reproduced, and made generally available to the public. We appreciate your support of the preservation process, and thank you for being an important part of keeping this knowledge alive and relevant.

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1850 edition. Excerpt: ...shall thy destiny decide! There's no repenting in the gloomy grave, Nor in that world in which I now exist; Christ died, that he from hell thy soul might save, --Keep his commands, or thou wilt ne'er be blest!" Here I should faint, reflecting on my theme, And recollecting thy great sins now past, Had not the grace of God, thy passport been, Had not heaven deign'd to smile on thee at last! Hadst thou not given some proof of penitence, Had I not witness'd oft the bless'd effect, I might have fear'd, through disobedience, That Heaven for ever would thy soul reject. But Oh, the saving power of grace divine, Which reach'd the dying thief upon the cross, Had visited that troubled soul of thine, Which else had mourn'd its everlasting loss! Disrob'd of all his terrors, Death drew nigh, --Behind, a band of shining seraphs stood, He pointed toward the opening sky, And dipt his dart in the atoning blood! His humble victim felt the stingless wound, And to his God resign'dhis fleeting breath; He view'd Heaven's portals thro' thegloom around And shouted "Victory 1" in the arms of Death! Go, blooming youth, and share the rich reward, Purchas'd for such as thee with blood divine; Thank God, He ever did thy prayer regard, And caus'd the light of life on thee to shine! May all the household of thy kindred dear, Hear and regard the caution thou hast given; Repent, and turn to God, with hearts sincere, And have, like thee, the earnest of their Heaven! May I amidst a world of toil and care, Still bear in mind my Shepherd's care for me, Weep o'er my sin, each day for death prepare. Sigh o'er thy name-stamp'd tool, and think on thee! Wiho hath BeliebeS our Report? "Who hath believed our report V The agonizing prophet cried; Where do the...