The Cities Corporations poore Their Founders bless, their help implore.
THE glorious
Founder of the world
Was first in our foundation,
The
Parliament was next to him
In our origination:
Englands chief City next to these
Appears in our Creation,
What Hospitals
Such Founders have
As our Poors Corporation?
Their Founders death, gave Life & Breath
To Hospitalls Foundation,
Our Founders Life, is Life to us
And to our future Station.
A happy death we pray for such
Whose death breaths Life to others,
Long be our Founders life, whose Life
Inspires exspiring Brothers.
Our first admission was not gott
By friends, or Rich Allyes,
By great mens lines, by promise made
Of gratefull Curtesyes:
Deep poverty did plead our Cause,
The ghost we were up giving,
With naked backs, and hungry Jawes
And worms did eat us Living.
Friendless and harborless were we
Expos'd to winde and weather,
And starving under stalls we lay
Wandring we knew not whither.
In filthy rags, we clothed were,
Begging about the City,
That was our case, then was the time
Of our Blest Founders pity.
For ever blessed be our
God,
Blest be the
Parliament,
Blest be our
Corporation,
Blest, our
Lord President,
Lord Mayor, for the time being, President.
Blest be our
Friend his
Deputy,
John Cutler Esq. Deputy President.
Our
Treasurer; and
All,
M
r
Maurice Gething Tresurer.
Whose tender hearts, whose hands, whose purse
Have quit us thus from Thrall.
Our backs, and bellies blesse you all
And your Posterity;
We begg, this work begun by you
May have prosperity.
Help, help, blest Founders, build upon
This newly laid Foundation,
The Generations yet to come
Shall bless your Corporation.