Here was a stately building; man carved like a fair palace, but now lying in ashes: let us stand and look on the ruins, and drop a tear...Happy wast thou, O man! who was like unto thee? no pain nor sickness could affect thee, no death could approach thee, no sigh was heard from thee, till these bitter fruits were plucked from the forbidden tree. Heaven shone upon thee, and earth smiled...But how low is he now laid, who was created for dominion, and made lord of the world! 'The crown is fallen from our head: woe unto us that we have sinned'...Alas! how are we fallen! how are we plunged into a gulf of misery!...Let us then lie down in the dust...
---By Thomas Boston (1676-1732)
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