02 To His Brother Samuel
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | letter |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-letter-1726-02-to-his-brother-samuel-001 |
| Words | 56 |
Under the balmy dew. Drawn by the fragrance of her breath, Her rosy lips he found; There in full transport sucked in death, And dropt upon the ground. Enjoy, blest bee, enjoy thy fate, Nor at thy fall repine; Each god would quit his blissful state, To share a death like thine. Priestley's Letters, p. 3.