When death approach'd-submissive and compos'd,

A well spent life with peace was sweetly clos'd.

When such a man goes to the silent tomb,
No wonder nature feels a chilling gloom;
No wonder sorrow swells each sinking heart,
And kindred spirits with reluctance part.

Sweet balmy hope, 'tis thine our tears to

dry,

"Tis thou can'st point us to the realms on. high.

Oh! come; and with thee bring each sister

grace,

Prepare our souls to meet him in that place,
Where he is gone, and now at rest we trust,
Although his body's mingled with the dust,
His spirit's flown to the abodes above,
To dwell forever with the God of love..

ON RECOVERING FROM A DANGEROUS ILLNESS.

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MY GOD, my father, and my friend,
By ev'ry title dear,

Permit a feeble, sinful worm,

Before thee to appear.

But where shall I begin thy praise?
Or how thy love declare?
Which sav'd me for thy mercy sake,
From death and fell despair.

When scorch'd with fever's burning heat,
My frame with pain was rack'd,
And Satan with his fiery darts,
My mind did sore distract.

My shiv'ring soul stood trembling on
Eternity's dread brink,

And from the cold embrace of death,
Most fearfully did shrink.

"Twas then with

many fervent

1 did thy name invoke,

And thou in pity lent an ear,
Nor gave the fatal stroke;

D2

prayers,

At thy rebuke the fever fled,
And fled the tempter too,
My Saviour's merits now appear'd
To my enraptur'd view.

Like clouds before the morning sun,
He drove my doubts away;
Amazing pity! wond'rous love!
Of grace what a display.

And now to life and health restor❜d,
What tribute shall I pay?
What sacrifice dost thou require 2
My heavenly Father, say.

A grateful heart dost thou require?
A grateful heart I give:
Oh! take and seal it for thy own,
While here on earth I live.

And may the remnant of my days
Devoted be to thee,

And may I sing thy praise, O Lord,
To all eternity.

ON THE DEATH OF MY FIRST CHILD.

BUT three short moons have wax'd and wan'd,
Since first thou saw the light;
GOD plac'd thee here, and now he has
Remov'd thee from my sight.

My dearest child, to part with thee,
Gives me acutest pain;

But still I trust, my darling babe,
That we shall meet again."

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That consolation calms my breast,
And gives me inward peace,
That thou hast found eternal rest
Where joys can never cease.

D3

ON THE DEATH OF ANOTHER INFANT, WHICH

DIED IMMEDIATELY AFTER

ITS BIRTH.

AH! lovely babe, no sooner mine,
Than GOD the gift reclaims;
Mine is the loss, the gain is. thine,
Thy bosom knew no stains.

The vital air thou just înhal'd,

And saw thy mother's face,
Clasp'd to her breast weak nature fail'd,
Thou died in love's embrace.

Adieu, my sweet and precious child,
I give thee back to God;

I'll deck thy grave with nosegays wild,
And "kiss my Father's rod.