An elegy on the much lamented death of the Rev. Mr. George Whitefield, minister of the gospel, who died at his house, Morefields [sic], London, on the 28th of March, 1761.
[London,
1761]
"Inspire my muse, O Holy God of Heaven,".
The poet may have cried "Here lyes inter'd below this clod, / A priest, a prophet, now a King with God", but he was somewhat premature in his grief, as George Whitefield, despite being disabled in that month by serious illness, survived until 1770.
Verse framed by thick border rules.
ESTC