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TO MY

DEAR ELIZABETH,

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 ;
For though without a parent's name,

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!

PRAYER

FOR MY

DEAR ELIZABETH,

ON THE ANNIVERSARY OF HER BIRTH-DAY,

JUNE 22, 1890.

DEAR Saviour, at thy feet I bow,
Bless my dear child, .bless her now,
Fill her with light, and love, and peace,
May ev'ry year her grace increase !
Renew her strength, suppress her fear,
And lead her on from year to year:
May she be recompenc'd by thee,
For all her kind regard to me;
And when my pilgrimage shall end,
Still be her guide, her guard, her friend;
Till she shall join with all thine own,
In songs of praise before the throne !

Amen and Amen.

JOHN NEWTON.

THANKS TO

Miss S

AND Miss N,

FOR THEIR OBLIGING PRESENT, TO THEIR

AFFECTIONATE FRIEND.

BEING both of a mind,
To shew themselves kind,
Their talents they join'd;
Their skill and their hands,
Produc'd me three stands
For bottles and urn,

What can I return?
To tell them what my heart desires,
My, muse some longer lines requires.

Bottles and urns tho' fill'd at first,

If us'd, will soon grow dry:
They will not long assuage our thirst,

Without a fresh supply.

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