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But they who trust the Lord, and pray,
Have no just cause to fear;
Their pilot winds and seas obey,
And he is always near.

Believers may be toss'd about
On life's uncertain main,
But shall at length, beyond a doubt,
Their promis'd haven gain.

When landed on yon peaceful shore,
Past dangers they review;

The love and wisdom they'll adore
That brought them safely through.

There, my dear friends, may you and I,
And yours' and mine, appear;
The joys and songs above to join
Through an eternal year.

HENRY,

THE SON OF H AND D S

FELL ASLEEP IN JESUS

APRIL 1791,

AGED TWELVE YEARS.

SAY not his sun went down at noon;
Early he died, but not too soon:
Not till his heart by grace was chang'd,
And from the world and sin estrang'd :
Not till the Lord, whose love he knew,
Taught him to smile with death in view.
Life's noblest ends thus gain'd betimes,
He's gone to live in happier climes.

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FRUIT

GATHERED FROM A CHESNUT-TREE,

AT PRIESTLANDS.

NO Hero's praise shall stain my pen,
For burning towns, or slaught'ring men ;
A gentle theme best pleases me;
I sing Miss Gordon's favorite tree.

How tall it rears its stately head!
How wide its num'rous branches spread!
Yet all that now appears in view
At first from a small chesnut grew.

Jonah admir'd his transient gourd,
But soon its sudden loss deplor'd;
One night produc'd it fully grown,
It wither'd ere the sun went down.

From small beginnings, sure, but slow,
The trees of righteousness thus grow;
While false professors quickly shoot,
And quickly die for want of root.

This tree, without a prop, secur'd,
Has many a winter's storm endur'd;
Because the roots, though out of sight,
Are well proportion'd to its height.

Believers thus still thrive and grow,

'Midst all the storms that round them blow; The world expects to see them fall,

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But Christ, their root, supports them all.

Pleasing, tho' solemn, is the gloom

With which the shade o'erspreads her room; In summer's overwhelming heat,

Here she enjoys a cool retreat.

So may her spirit shelter'd be,
By dwelling, Saviour, near to thee;
And find affliction's heat allay'd
Beneath thy love's refreshing shade.

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