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E vicious youth a while I pray draw near,

A pious patern I have for you here,

If you will but observe what I have pen’d,

You'll gain a crown of glory in the end,

’Tis of a youth eleven years of age,

A Merchants Son of Bristol, as 'tis said,

Who in his logruing [sic] did take great delight,

And made it all his study day and night,

He was a comfort to his parents dear,

Who brought him up the lord of life to fear.

A youth he was so comely meek and mild,

His parents they were blest with such a child.

As he to school one morning took his way,

Over a field where flowers grew so gay,

All of a sudden he a man did meet,

Dress'd all in black who did him kindly greet,

He said my loving youth, where now so soon,

The child said Sir, I’m going straight to school,

To fit myself my maker dear to serve,

from his strict commands I’ll never swerve.