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ON THE ANNIVERSARY OF HER BIRTH DAY
JUNE 22, 1796.
MAY the important favor'd morn,
With praises still remember'd be; When you, my dearest child were born,
Born for the Lord, and born for me.
We hope for day, when dawn appears,
For fruit, from blossoms fully blown; Such hopes you rais’d in early years,
That he had mark'd you for his own
To me in mercy you were sent,
To guide you in this wilderness; Unvorthy was the instrument,
But his appointment gave success.
"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 deserv'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, 1890.
DEAR Saviour, at thy feet I bow,
Amen and Amen.
AND Miss N,
FOR THEIR OBLIGING PRESENT, TO THEIR
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.