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.]