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“ Take this dear child, (he seem'd to say)
Teach her my name to fear, and love, Thy wages I will surely pay,
She shall herself good payment prove."
A little stranger, when you came,
I found I had an easy part ;
I quickly felt a parent's heart,
And you were then, what still you are,
So grateful, teachable, and mild, You well desery'd my kindest care,
I well might boast of such a child.
But as on thorns our roses grow,
And pleasure still is dash'd with pain; I liv'd to see my gourd brought low,
And fear'd it ne'er would bloom again.
This only time you caus'd me grief,
Did oft in prayer my heart engage; My prayer was heard, and brought relief
From Satan's, and the fever's rage.
Though of your dear mamma bereft,
Tho' still I miss her, I can praise It checks my grief that you are left,
To cheer my few remaining days.
My child, who now I trust, is thine
To thee, dear Saviour I commend; Vouchsafe upon her heart to shine,
Be thou her guardian, guide, and friend.
Till this short span of time be past,
Till all our warfare here be o'er ; Then may we see thy face at last,
And meet again, to part no more!
ON THE ANNIVERSARY OF HER BIRTH-DAY,
JUNE 22, 1800.
DEAR Saviour, at thy feet I bow,
Amen and Amen.
Miss SL- AND Miss N--
FOR THEIR OBLIGING PRESENT, TO THER
BEING both of a mind,
What can I return?
Bottles and urns tho' fill'd at first,
If us'd, will soon grow dry:
Without a fresh supply.
Poor Hagar, when her bottle failid,
Sat down distress'd, and cry'd ; But hope and joy again prevailid,
When she the well descry'd.
Thus creature comforts quickly die,
Then how our sorrows swell, Till grace descending from on high,
Reveals the Saviour's well.
The water flowing from the cross,
From age to age, is found A rich amends for every loss,
A balm for every wound.
Here let us drink, and drink again,
Till by the pow'r of faith,
Knd triumph over death.
Tho' all our bottles empty prove,
And empty ev'ry urn,
We need not greatly mourn.