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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;
Unworthy 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,

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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, 1800,

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 NEWTΟΝ.

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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