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 SPIRITUAL RECREATIONS.
 
 SPIRITUAL RECREATIONS 
 
 IN THE 
 
 <Ef)&tribtx of Affliction; 
 
 OR 
 
 PIOUS MEDITATIONS IN VERSE; 
 
 WRITTEN' DURING 
 
 A protracted Illness of Thirteen Years. 
 
 BY ELIZA. 
 
 " This is my comfort in my affliction ; for Thy Word 
 hath quickened me." Ps. cxix. 50. 
 
 LONDON : 
 
 PUBLISHED BY FRANCIS WESTLEY, STATIONERS' COURT ; 
 
 AND SOLD BY HATCHARD AND SON, PICCADILLY; 
 
 HAMILTON, AND LATFSON, PATERNOSTER 
 
 ROW; AND BY MR. J. GARRINGTON, 
 
 BURNHAM, ESSEX. 
 
 1821;
 
 Primed by J. H.iddon, Tabernacle W;ilk.
 
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 To those who are strangers to the Au- 
 thor of this small volume, and more especially 
 to the many honourable and highly respected 
 friends who have so handsomely counte- 
 nanced it, not only by their own very libe- 
 ral subscriptions, but by their personal exer- 
 tions within their respective circles, it ap- 
 pears necessary that some account of her 
 should be given. 
 
 Being from her infancy of a delicate con- 
 stitution, she was brought up, by her affec- 
 tionate and pious parents, with the most un- 
 remitted tenderness, and — as may be truly 
 said — " in the nurture and admonition of the 
 Lord." 
 
 Her parents' rank in life might be des- 
 cribed as having been sufficiently respectable; 
 as far removed from the ease of affluence 
 as from the anxiety of dependence ; but in 
 the course of time, the accumulating ex- 
 
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 VI 
 
 penses of a family of twelve children, a se- 
 ries of heavy losses in business, the decease 
 of one, and the long protracted sickness of 
 another, combined to exhaust those temporal 
 resources to which they had looked forward 
 for support in the decline of life. 
 
 The Subject of this brief memoir, after 
 having- spent at a seminary of the first re- 
 spectability in a neighbouring town, those 
 years of early youth which are commonly 
 devoted to the acquirement of such know- 
 ledge as may be necessary to the passing 
 through life with usefulness and honour, re- 
 turned to her native village, in Essex ; and 
 there consecrated both her time and her ta- 
 lents to the education of female children. 
 
 The village school of a near Relative be- 
 came the scene of her gratuitous services; 
 and the rapid improvement of her Pupils af- 
 forded the most honourable testimony to 
 her unwearied exertions, so disinterestedly 
 shewn, even at the expense of her own 
 health ; so that the device of a celebrated 
 Divine of the sixteenth century, which she 
 often used to admire, (a wasting lamp, with 
 the motto, " I perish in giving light"*) be- 
 * Prselucendo pereo.
 
 Vll 
 
 came, in some degree — though perhaps with- 
 out her being aware of it — descriptive of 
 herself. 
 
 In the Spring of 1806, when the Author 
 had just completed her nineteenth year, her 
 health was much impaired by her unwearied 
 attention to the objects of her charge ; which 
 obliged her to relinquish the honourable em- 
 ployment in which she had been so cordially 
 and so successfully engaged ; and, in the 
 November following", she was constrained to 
 withdraw herself entirely from the world, 
 through the severity of those afflictions un- 
 der which she has laboured, with very little 
 intermission, ever since. 
 
 In the history of her sufferings, it may 
 with propriety be noticed, that in one sick- 
 ness she has been confined to her chamber 
 and to her bed for three years successively. 
 More than once she has been brought to the 
 very borders of the grave; and, as being (in 
 her own apprehension) at the very point to 
 die, has taken a most affecting farewell of 
 her surrounding friends. In one or two in- 
 stances, in particular, it was thought that her 
 spirit had actually left the body, as not the 
 smallest symptom of animation had been visi-
 
 Mil 
 
 ble for a considerable time; and that she was, 
 on either of those occasions, really snatched 
 as ont of the arms of death, was considered 
 next to a miracle, not only by her relatives 
 and friends, but even by those gentlemen of 
 the faculty who attended her in every ill- 
 ness ; and whose unwearied assiduity and 
 judicious treatment, will remain a lasting 
 memorial of their superior medical skill, as 
 well as of their kindness, and will long live 
 in the grateful remembrance of herself and 
 of her family. 
 
 Hardly recovered from the severity of 
 these disorders, she has, in the course of the 
 last six or seven years, been called to endure 
 the accumulated sufferings attendant on three 
 attacks of the Palsy ; with the last of which 
 she was seized December 7, 1819, during a 
 visit to a friend in Kent; where she had 
 been spending a few weeks, in expectation 
 of benefit from the change of air. This last 
 attack, by far the most severe of the three, 
 entirely deprived her of the use of her right 
 side, and of her speech, and greatly impaired 
 the energies of her mind. No hope of life 
 was entertained for several days, neither was 
 she able to speak for many weeks subsequent
 
 IX 
 
 to this attack, and then only in that falter- 
 ing accent which she still retains, (though 
 even that has been often suspended,) while 
 her right side has continued as paralyzed as 
 before. 
 
 Of the Author's productions, it must be 
 observed, that while they meet the eye of the 
 public as the earnest suppliants of its Cha- 
 rity, they solicit, with no less importunity, 
 the exercise of its Candour also. 
 
 The subject of them is, undoubtedly, the 
 most important that ever claimed the atten- 
 tion of mankind : the efficacy of the Word 
 of God " to comfort all that mourn," under 
 all the sorrows and adversities to which Sin 
 has exposed the human race! A more strik- 
 ing- proof of which cannot be exhibited to 
 our view, than what was to be seen in that 
 spiritual consolation, that heavenly calm of 
 soul, which the Author has long enjoyed, and 
 still lives to enjoy, in all her trials, from this 
 Word only; whilst, with this earnest in hand, 
 she is waiting for the full possession of that 
 Kingdom and Glory, to which she is assured 
 by that very Word that God hath called her, 
 of His own mere Mercy, through the media- 
 tion of His Son Jesus Christ.
 
 The humble and unadorned style in which 
 these few short Poems (and some of them but 
 mere Fragments) are written, it is hoped, 
 will not offend the taste of humane readers, 
 who will be prepared to make every allow- 
 ance for any defects or inaccuracies that may 
 be found in them, when they shall be in- 
 formed, that they were written, for the most 
 part, either in great pain of body, or during 
 those few short intervals of comparative ease, 
 when the violence of her disorder might have 
 been somewhat abated. It were also some 
 apology for the unfinished state in which 
 many of them may appear, that it was not 
 without the earnest solicitation of her friends, 
 (who thought that it might afford a grateful, 
 and not unsalutary diversion to her mind,) 
 that she was often induced to take up her 
 pen so to rescue from sadness and sorrow, 
 some few of those many solitary hours, 
 which it was the will of God she should 
 spend in the chamber of affliction. Many 
 of these little pieces were traced in pencil, 
 upon the envelopes of letters, the blank 
 leaves of books, or upon any scrap of paper 
 that presented itself, when the Author was 
 able, and felt disposed, to write.
 
 XI 
 
 They have at length been collected, and 
 are now published in this small volume, in 
 the hope that, by the blessing- of God, and 
 the kind compassions of the friends of the 
 afflicted, the sale of them may minister, in 
 some degree, to the temporal comforts of the 
 severely afflicted Author, and of her pious, 
 aged, and widowed mother, with whom she 
 resides. 
 
 The order of time, as to the dates that are 
 affixed to most of the poems, has been no- 
 ticed, for this among other reasons, that a 
 kev misfht be afforded the reader, should 
 any of the Author's very evangelical prose 
 productions be published at some future pe- 
 riod ; which will depend, in a great mea- 
 sure, upon the reception that may be given 
 to the present specimen. 
 
 The Editor thinks it proper to add, that it 
 is not more from a personal knowledge of 
 the Author and her family, or from the sym- 
 pathy which their present condition could 
 not but excite in him, that he has taken such 
 an interest in the publication of these poems, 
 than from the Subject itself on which they 
 are written ; and having himself some lit- 
 tle acquaintance with the important truths
 
 XII 
 
 which are so justly and so experimentally set 
 forth in them, he begs leave to give this un- 
 assuming' little volume his most sincere and 
 warmest recommendation; being fully as- 
 sured, that the hour is fast approaching, and 
 to the Reader, perhaps, may be very near, 
 when all that is sublime in Poetry or Philo- 
 sophy, or all that ever was accounted excel- 
 lent in human Eloquence and Learning, will 
 sink into their deserved oblivion before the 
 sublime Truths of Revelation inculcated in 
 many an artless line in this small volume; 
 Truths, indeed, which shall then shine forth 
 in all their native splendour, and, in the 
 expressive language of the Author, shall 
 Live: 
 
 " Live when this world 's inwrapt in flaming fire, 
 And all its transient glory 's pass'd away !" 
 
 W. H. C. 
 
 Foot's Cray, 
 Dec. 7, 1820.
 
 CONTENTS. 
 
 -♦-•- 
 
 PART I. 
 
 DOCTRINAL AND EXPERIMENTAL. 
 
 The Cross of Christ 3 
 
 The Prayer for Divine Remembrance answered 5 
 
 The Search after Happiness 7 
 
 Happiness where to be found 10 
 
 The Grand Resource 14 
 
 Longing for the return of the Beloved 15 
 
 Invitation 17 
 
 Resignation 18 
 
 The Lord, the Banner of His people 19 
 
 The Rest for weary Pilgrims found 22 
 
 Supplicating the enjoyment of Pardon 23 
 
 The Lord's knowledge of His people 25 
 
 Increasing Afflictions softened 27 
 
 Solitary Sabbaths enlivened 29 
 
 The Believer's Sorrows alleviated 31 
 
 Thanksgiving 32 
 
 The Resolution of Youth 33 
 
 A Fragment 34 
 
 The Courts of the Lord prized and desired. 35 
 
 Confidence amidst inward Trials .'37
 
 XIV 
 
 Conquest 39 
 
 Encouragement amidst the Difficulties of the way. ... 40 
 
 Desiring to depart 42 
 
 Seeking , 45 
 
 The Discovery 47 
 
 The Believer's Confidence under dark Dispensations. . 48 
 
 The Entreaty 50 
 
 Light Shining in Darkness 51 
 
 The Enquiry 52 
 
 Longing for Consolation 54 
 
 The trembling Suppliant encouraged 56 
 
 Afflictions sanctified 59 
 
 Past Deliverance 61 
 
 Happiness promised but never found 63 
 
 Thoughts of Home 66 
 
 The Believer's Assurance of Immortality and Glory 67 
 
 Solitary Musings 68 
 
 The Christian's Consolation under Affliction 70 
 
 The Gracious Dedication 73
 
 PAKT II. 
 
 WRITTEN ON VARIOUS OCCASIONS. 
 
 Letter to Mrs. S. on the death of her Husband 79 
 
 Elegiac Lines to Mr. S.'s memory , 81 
 
 On leaving London for my native Village 83 
 
 To my Brother and Sister, T. S. G 84 
 
 A Dream 86 
 
 Another Dream 88 
 
 For my Nephew I. S. G. to recite on his Birth-day. .. 90 
 
 A Token of Remembrance 91 
 
 Consolatory Address to my Sister S. J. G „. 93 
 
 Reflections on the Morning of the Lord's Day 97 
 
 Musings at Midnight on the Banks of the Crouch.. 99 
 
 Home 101 
 
 To my motherless Nephews I. and W. S 102 
 
 To my Brother D. on his Birth-day 1 06 
 
 On reading Miss Smith's Works 108 
 
 Recollections in the Wilderness Ill 
 
 To my Pen , 115 
 
 On my own Departure 117 
 
 Recollected Pleasures 118 
 
 To the Fair Sex 119 
 
 The Gift of Friendship « 122 
 
 Reflections on the Close of the Year 125
 
 XVI 
 
 To my Family on new Year's day . . J 28 
 
 To the Memory of an affectionate Female Servant.. .. 131 
 
 Elizabeth-Sarah to Sarah-Jane 135 
 
 Lines for my Nephew W, I, G, S, to recite 1 39 
 
 The Ties of Nature 141 
 
 The Grateful Memorial 142 
 
 Reflections on my Birth-day 145 
 
 On beholding my Brother's Children 147 
 
 Midnight Musings 148 
 
 Recollected Kindness 1 50 
 
 Ode. To my Sister's Bird 152 
 
 Remembrance of Rural Walks 163 
 
 A Memento of Affection • 155 
 
 The Request 157 
 
 To the Memory of Mrs. H. Chamberlain 160 
 
 To my Nephew and Niece D. and E 163 
 
 Filial Effusions 166 
 
 Memorial of Gratitude 168 
 
 To the Memory of a dear departed Father and Sister. 171 
 To a Christian Mother on her Son's coming of age. . . 174 
 
 The. Christian Mother's Address to her Son 177 
 
 A Monumental Inscription 181
 
 PART I. 
 
 DOCTRINAL AND EXPERIMENTAL.
 
 THE 
 
 CROSS OF CHRIST 
 
 THE FOUNDATION AND THE GLORY OF THE 
 CHRISTIAN'S HOPE. 
 
 " Meum desklerium crucifixum est." 
 
 My Love is crucified. ignatius. 
 
 " Prodigious pile of wonders ! rais'd too high 
 For the dim ken of frail mortality.'' pitt. 
 
 Alas ! what gloomy fears oppress, 
 
 What tempests shake this lab 'ring mind ! 
 Where, from such scenes of deep distress, 
 Can guilty souls a refuge find ? 
 Jesus ! I'll shelter in thy side : — 
 My Lord, my Love, was crucified! 
 
 Heard ye that deep, expiring groan ? 
 Saw ye my Saviour bow His head ? 
 Died He for sins Himself had done ? 
 Ah no ! He sufYer'd in my stead ! 
 " Tis finish'd!" the Redeemer cried,— 
 My Lord, my Love, was crucified !
 
 Ah ! view that mild, majestic brow, 
 
 Encoinpass'd with a thorny wreath ! 
 See ! see the purple torrent fl ow ! 
 
 His form, how lovely, ev'n in death ? 
 Saw ye that pierc'd, that bleeding side ? 
 My Lord, my Love, was crucified ! 
 
 O love unparallel'd ! extreme ! 
 
 That God's own Son His life should give! 
 
 From His own veins forth flows the stream 
 That bids the dying sinner live ! 
 Well may I cast my fears aside— 
 My Lord, my Love, was crucified! 
 
 Come, then, my soul ! no more complain, 
 
 Forget thy sorrows and proceed ; 
 Thou shalt with Jesus live and reign, 
 For he is ris'n — " is ris'n indeed !" 
 No pow'r from Him shall e'er divide — 
 Thy Lord, thy Love, is glorified ! 
 
 Feb. 14, 1813.
 
 THE 
 
 PRAYER FOR DIVINE REMEMBRANCE 
 
 ANSWERED. 
 
 " Lord, remember vie, now thou art in thy kingdom.'" 
 " O Israel, thou shalt not be forgotten of me, saith Jehovah." 
 
 In midst of sorrows, doubts, and fears, 
 Of lamentations, sighs, and tears, 
 When no bright beam of hope appears, 
 
 Dear Lord, " Remember me !" 
 
 I hear the winds careering wild, 
 The inward storm is not more mild ; 
 Dost thou not listen to thy child, 
 
 Who cries, " Remember me ?" 
 
 Methinks, enthron'd above the skies, 
 My Saviour knows what trials rise 
 My feeble mind to exercise, 
 
 And will " remember me." 
 
 Yes, though at distance from my home, 
 
 And like a wand 'ring sheep 1 roam, 
 
 " I come," my shepherd says, " I come," 
 
 " For I remember thee."
 
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 " I ne'er forget the blood I shed, 
 " The wrath I suffer'd in thy stead ; 
 " And since I rais'd thee from the dead, 
 
 " I still remember thee.' 
 
 11 Though through a howling wilderness 
 " Thy path-way lies, yet onward press ; 
 " I'll succour thee in thy distress, 
 
 " For I remember thee." 
 
 " Fear not the troubles of the way ; 
 
 " The darkest shades shall yield to day ; 
 
 " Still shalt thou hear thy Saviour say, 
 
 " 1 will remember thee." 
 
 Satan may whisper, " Thou art lost !" 
 My fairest schemes may all be cross'd ; 
 Yet still the promise stands indors'd, 
 
 " I will remember thee !" 
 
 Trials unheard-of may attend 
 
 To wrest my soul from Christ her Friend, 
 
 But hark ! those words the dungeon rend, 
 
 " I will remember thee !" 
 
 Oh ! how His smiles my spirits cheer ! 
 Methinks I see Him ev'ry where ; 
 Methinks, in ev'ry breeze, I hear, 
 
 " I WILL REMEMBER THEE !" 
 Feb. 13, 1813.
 
 THE 
 
 SEARCH AFTER HAPPINESS. 
 
 " Why seek ye the living among the dead?" 
 " Thus saith Jehovah, Seek ye me, and ye shall live.'' 
 
 Press'd to the earth with long-continu'd ills, 
 None but my God can know the pains I feel; 
 And none but He those mental sufPrings heal 
 For which the sigh breaks forth, the trembling tear 
 distills. 
 
 Oft have I sought by Reason to assuage, 
 
 These keen sensations that distress my mind ; 
 
 Alas ! in vain ; still would the tempest rage, 
 Nor could I from my woes a refuge find. 
 
 Foil'd here, I seek for comfort from the Fez&, 
 The friendly few whose converse used to cheer ; 
 
 Glad would they give, if they the cordial knew; 
 Theirs is the glow of love, in heart sincere. 
 
 Still unreliev'd, to Solitude again 
 
 Mourning I turn, and trace the Poefs page; 
 And, not unfrequent, take the fav'rite Pot, 
 
 Using all arts my sorrows to assuage.
 
 8 
 
 But ah! the aim is fruitless. Grief and pain 
 By solemn touch of Music oft have fled ; 
 But music's solemn touch will not succeed, 
 To chase the troubled thoughts that in this breast 
 remain! 
 
 Methinks I hear a busy Trifler say, 
 
 " Why seek in solitude thy mind to calm ? 
 
 " Rather, with us, come, tread the flow'ry way, 
 " And prove the truth that 'novelty can charm r' 
 
 "Ah! come and gather roses while they bloom! 
 " Our gay society will soon dispel 
 That dark, that mournful, melancholy gloom — 
 " Come, join our happy circle, and be well !" 
 
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 And is the grand specific really yours ? 
 
 I like the purchase, but the price is high! 
 Too high, if but the present it secures, 
 
 And leaves the future in uncertainty. 
 
 I cannot, dare not, join your merry train, 
 And for repentance lay up bitter store ; 
 
 Alas! I've found those joys all end in pain — 
 No : I will trust their specious front no more. 
 
 Where shall the weary find a resting-place ? 
 
 Whither, O whither shall the exile roam ? 
 Banish'd thine earthly courts, O God of grace! 
 
 My mourning spirit asks a heav'nly home.
 
 Oh*! in that world, where my best hopes reside, 
 Where He, my glorious Head, sits high enthron'd ; 
 
 Soon may this faith, now in the furnace tried, 
 Find, not for nought He sufTer'd and He groan'd. 
 
 O blest Religion! If such joy as this, 
 
 From thy pure fount can flow, the mind to cheer, 
 Thine is the cordial — thine the cup of bliss ; 
 
 And thine the only antidote to fear. 
 
 Then, though each ling'ring year, receding, leaves 
 My health still varying, and my faith still -tried, 
 Firm shall my soul in Jesus' love confide, — 
 
 And banish'd be the sigh which now my bosom 
 heaves 1 
 
 May 5, 1812.
 
 HAPPINESS, 
 
 WHERE TO BE FOUND. 
 
 " Religion ! thou soul of happiness, 
 And, groaning Calvary, of thee." youkg. 
 
 " Happy is the man that findeth wisdom." 
 
 " But where shall wisdom be found ? Man knowcth not the place 
 thereof; neither is it found in the land of the living. The depth 
 saith, It is not in me: and the sea saith, It is not with me. 
 Whence then cometh wisdom 1 ? Behold, the fear of the Lord, 
 that is wisdom. 1 " 
 
 I long to find my narrow bed, 
 To slumber with the peaceful dead ; 
 Then, though the storms around me rave, 
 And wintry winds howl o'er my grave, 
 
 I shall securely rest ; 
 Free from the tempter's mighty pow'r, 
 The foe who studies to 'devour, 
 The way-laid snare, th' insidious smile, 
 The fiery dart, the subtle wile, 
 
 Nor longer be distrest !
 
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 Alas ! each step I take, I see 
 That all on earth is vanity — 
 A bubble on the stream : 
 Then why should I desire to dwell 
 'Midst scenes so very changeable ? 
 Life's a mere flitting dream ! 
 
 Did mortals e'er below the skies. 
 Find happiness, that solid prize, 
 
 That treasure, worth pursuit ? 
 M ethinks I see the sinking brow, 
 The pensive feature, answer, " No !" 
 
 For sin lies at the root. 
 
 The rich, the giddy, and the gay, 
 Dance thro' life's little, fleeting day, 
 
 And fondly hope to find 
 In Dissipation's varied road, 
 'Mid mirth and splendour, her abode : 
 
 Nought else attracts their mind. 
 
 Yet, no ! such follies will not do : 
 In vain the multitude pursue — 
 
 The beauteous phantom flies : 
 They follow still the devious way, 
 Not knowing that it leads astray, 
 
 Though oft a doubt will rise.
 
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 Many there be who fondly dream, 
 In quiet, (opposite extreme) 
 
 They shall the Ruby gain ; 
 Books, literary pleasures, choose — 
 The grove, the garden, or the muse, 
 
 In vale, or hill — in vain ! 
 
 For ah ! Experience can attest, 
 'Tis not the sad recluse's breast 
 
 That forms her blissful seat ; 
 The mind must soar to nobler heights, 
 The muse must take sublimer nights, 
 
 Ere happiness they meet. 
 
 Wisdom ! for that's thy name — thy home 
 Is not in paths where mortals roam ; 
 
 Thy dwelling is on high ! 
 Far off, and dimly I behold 
 (Star-pav'd thy throne of- purest gold) 
 
 Thee, seated radiantly. 
 
 I view — and while I view, I loner 
 To be thy favour'd sons among ; 
 
 Thy sons — the sons of God ! 
 To find that bliss, on earth denied, 
 That rest, for which in vain I've sigh'd, 
 
 In this my dark abode.
 
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 Who are the happy ? Only they 
 Who, in the consecrated way, 
 
 Have walk'd by light divine ; 
 Who, by almighty grace, have striv'n 
 With three-fold foes;— to whom 'twas giv'n 
 
 As stars on earth to shine. 
 
 O ! may my lot with them be found 
 When the last awful trump shall sound, 
 
 And Christ descend again ; 
 Then, far beyond temptation's reach, 
 My new-fledg'd pinions shall I stretch, 
 
 And happiness obtain ! 
 
 Sept. 16, 1813.
 
 14 
 
 THE 
 
 GRAND RESOURCE 
 
 IN EVERY TIME OF NEED. 
 
 " God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.'' 
 " Is any among you afflicted ? let him pray." 
 
 Where shall the poor afflicted pilgrim find 
 A balm to soothe the anguish of her mind ? 
 Where shall my long-tried spirit seek repose, 
 From all the tossings that this bosom knows ? 
 I look within — alas ! the search is vain ; 
 For all within is darkness, sin, and pain. 
 Ah ! whither must I fly ? The wound is deep, 
 And still I wake to sigh, and live to weep ! 
 Is there no comfort for the mourner's care ? 
 And must I sink in anguish and despair ? 
 In vain for ease I turn to aught below — 
 My dearest friends zcould help, but know not how. 
 
 To thee I look, my Father and my God, 
 While smarting under thine afflicting rod, 
 And while I seek the rest Thou hast to give, 
 Look Thou on me, and whisper, " Sinner, live !" 
 
 April 1808.
 
 15 
 
 LONGING FOR THE RETURN OF THE 
 BELOVED. 
 
 Written in bed, during great depression of mind. 
 
 " 'Tis no mean beauty of the ground 
 That has allur'd my eyes, 
 I faint beneath a nobler wound 
 Nor love below the skies." watts. 
 
 when wilt Thou comfort me? 
 
 Return, return, ye blissful hours, 
 
 Ye animating days ! 
 On memory exert your pow'rs 
 
 And tune my heart to praise ! . 
 
 Come, Lord ! and cheer my lonely room, 
 
 And teach my mind to rise 
 Above this spirit-sinking gloom, 
 
 To mansions in the skies. 
 
 Spread a sweet influence o'er my heart, 
 
 And dissipate my fears ; 
 Thy renovating balm impart, 
 
 And stop these flowing tears. 
 
 When Jesus hides his smiling face, 
 
 My comforts all are flown : 
 O for the visits of His grace ! 
 
 Those visits I have known.
 
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 Cheer up, my soul ! nor doubt his love, 
 
 Nor lay thy hopes aside ; 
 He still will thy Deliv'rer prove, 
 
 And make thy grief subside. 
 
 Then shall those days once more return, 
 And rest and peace be thine ; 
 
 Then shalt thou cease to sigh and mourn, 
 And taste of bliss divine ! 
 
 March, 1309.
 
 17 
 
 THE INVITATION 
 
 " The Spirit and the Bride say, Come. And let him that heareth 
 say, Come. And let him that is athirst come. And whosoever 
 will, let him take the water of life freely." 
 
 Afflicted, tempted, tried, and poor, 
 I seek a shelter from the storm ; 
 
 I knock at willing Mercy's door, 
 And ask for refuge for — a worm I 
 
 The rest I seek is freely giv'n, 
 In Jesus' bosom there is room*; 
 
 And where He is it must be heav'n, 
 And " whosoever will" may come. 
 
 Diseased, blind, deaf, lame, or faint, 
 Jesus receiv'd and made them whole - r 
 
 And gave relief to each complaint 
 Of ev'ry burden'd, sin-sick souL 
 
 Come, then, and try the Saviour's pow'r 
 To ope thine eyes, and heal thy mind; 
 
 Weary or guilty, come, this hour,, 
 And thou the promis'd rest shalt find. 
 
 April 10, 1309.
 
 18 
 
 RESIGNATION, 
 
 " Be still, and know that I am God." 
 
 " O be my will so swallowed up in Thine, 
 " That I may do Tuv will in doing mine." 
 
 Mks. II. Mom:. 
 
 Worn down with sickness, and by grief deprest, 
 Through faith I clasp my Saviour to my breast, 
 And call Him mine ; He'll not refuse the claim, 
 But suffer me to bear His precious name. 
 Come, then, whatever grief, or pain, or gloom, 
 Since He is mine, I have in heav'n a home. 
 On him relying, I can boldly say, 
 " Give me Thyself, take what thou wilt away !" 
 My health, my ease, for this dear Saviour's sake, 
 A trifling sacrifice, I gladly make ; 
 And, through His grace, content with His decrees, 
 I patiently submit my will to His. 
 
 June 19, 1810.
 
 19 
 
 JEHOVAH-NISSI : 
 
 OH 
 
 THE LORD THE BANNER OF HIS PEOPLE. 
 
 Written on the bed of affliction, and in grateful remembrance of the Lord's 
 goodness in preserving the Author during a violent temptation. 
 
 He is faithful that promised." 
 
 Above, beneath, on either side, 
 
 Dark did the tempest roll, 
 And no sweet promise was applied 
 
 To ease my anguish'd soul. 
 
 I look'd for comfort from above, 
 Amidst the dreadful storm ; 
 
 And sought the Saviour whom I love, 
 A wonder to perform ; 
 
 But ah ! my sufferings increased, 
 
 I thought I must despair ; 
 I fear'd His love for me had ceas'd, 
 
 That He refus'd my pray'r : 
 
 Yet could my heart, like one of old, 
 Oppress'd with anguish, say, 
 
 Though He me slay, I'll keep my hold, 
 Nor cease on Him to stay, 
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 20 
 
 Mine is a God who does not love 
 His children's griefs to view ; 
 
 Though He delights His grace to prove, 
 Ere He His mercy shew. 
 
 He wounded in the tend'rest part, 
 
 To make me feel my need ; 
 Then pour'd the balm into my heart, 
 
 And prov'd a Friend indeed. 
 
 This is the God in whom I trust ! 
 
 This is the God I fear! 
 And when His summons wakes the just, 
 
 I shall with them appear. 
 
 God is my Father, Christ my Friend, 
 
 The Holy Spirit mine; 
 Through life, in death, and to the end, 
 
 I'll sing of Love divine. 
 
 Of Love, that kept my head on high, 
 
 Above the tempter's pow'r ; 
 Love, that shall raise me to the sky, 
 
 When tempests cease to low'r. 
 
 I'll set my foot upon the foe, 
 
 And still, by grace upheld, 
 From conq'ring, on to conquer go, 
 
 Until he quit the field.
 
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 Then shall my soul, from sin set free, 
 
 As captive from his chain, 
 Sing of His Love who died for me, 
 
 In an immortal strain. 
 
 Take, then, the thanks, the heartfelt praise, 
 
 Of thine afflicted child, 
 O Thou, who hast my head uprais'd, 
 
 And now upon me smil'd ! 
 
 And leave me not, my gracious God, 
 
 To suffer thus again, 
 Lest, while I smart beneath Thy rod, 
 
 And, agoniz'd with pain, 
 
 Satan should tempt my soul to say, 
 
 Thy chastisement is hard ; 
 But still preserve me from his sway, 
 
 And be his pow'r debarr'd. 
 
 Thou canst not leave me to be lost, 
 
 Unheeded in the storm ; 
 Thou know'st the wondrous price I cost, 
 
 Though a polluted worm ! — 
 
 For I am Thine ! Thy ransom'd one ! 
 
 Bought with Thy precious bloody 
 And here record Thy pow'r I've known, 
 
 Jesus! my Lord! my God! 
 
 August 7, laoo.
 
 .).) 
 
 THE REST 
 
 "for weary pilgrims found." 
 
 " For ye are not as yet come to the rest and to the inheritance, 
 which the Lord your God givcth you" 
 
 " There remaineth therefore a rest to the people of God." 
 
 Toss'd on the troubled waves, behold! we come, 
 To seek a peaceful, a perpetual home ! 
 Immers'd, O Lord, in life's deceitful sea, 
 We waft a wish for happiness and Thee ! 
 
 Thou, Saviour, art our bright, our morning Star! 
 To Thee we look, when wand'ring, from afar; 
 And, by Thy light, regain the long lost road, 
 That leads to peace, to joy, to Thine abode ! 
 
 Sept. 180<).
 
 23 
 
 SUPPLICATING THE 
 
 ENJOYMENT OF PARDON, 
 
 UNDER CONTINUED CORPOREAL SUFFERINGS. 
 
 " Thou only centre of my rest, 
 Look down with pitying eye, 
 While with protracted pain opprest, 
 
 I breathe the plaintive sigh." mrs. steei.e. 
 
 " Look upon mine affliction and my pain, and forgive all my sins." 
 
 Long have I lain beneath affliction's rod, 
 And nature oft has murmur'd at its stroke ; 
 
 Yet Faith, aspiring, leads me to my God, 
 And, through the cloud, His mercy I invoke. 
 
 I know the hand whence all my trials come, 
 Teeming with blessings from my gracious Lord! 
 
 But when my sins appear they strike me dumb, 
 Such awful threat'nings clothe His sacred word. 
 
 Where shall I go to hide me from His frown ? 
 
 Whither, for refuge, shall a sinner fly ? 
 The burden of my guilt still weighs me down, 
 
 But Jesus died for sinners, vile as I.
 
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 w \ 
 
 O Lord ! remove the stroke that lays me low 
 (Not for my own, but for my Saviour's sake) 
 
 One cheering smile upon my soul bestow, 
 My joys restore, ere my prest spirit break. 
 
 Spare Thou my life ! if so Thy will approve ; 
 
 Let me once more, through boundless mercy, see 
 My soul's assurance in redeeming love — 
 
 That Jesus died, and — that He died for me. 
 
 Then, should Thy Wisdom please t' increase my pain, 
 Assur'd of Thy forgiveness, I can bear 
 
 Thy righteous will, though not restor'd again, 
 And, " midst the fires," proclaim my Father's care ! 
 
 Sept. 13, 1809.
 
 25 
 
 THE 
 
 LORD'S KNOWLEDGE OF HIS PEOPLE 
 
 IN ALL THEIR ADVERSITIES. 
 
 Written in bed, after a season of extreme mental and corporeal anguish. 
 
 11 I will be glad and rejoice in Thy mercy ; for Thou hast considered 
 my trouble ; Thou hast known my soul in adversities ; and hast 
 not shut me up into the hand of the enemy." 
 
 O'erwhelm'd with the waves of affliction, I cried, 
 
 And lift up my voice to my God, — 
 " And wilt Thou, O Lord, leave my sorrowful side, 
 
 Oppress'd with the weight of Thy rod ? 
 
 The darkness of night has envelop'd me round, 
 
 My soul flees for refuge to Thee ; 
 I know that Thy grace and Thy mercy abound, 
 
 Thou only my spirit canst free. 
 
 Long since have I trusted, and prov'd Thou art good ; 
 
 Thy presence has oft cheer'd my heart ; 
 And wilt Thou, now l Satan comes in like a flood,' 
 
 Will Jesus, my Saviour, depart?" 
 
 — I cried — while the billows roll'd over my head, 
 
 And Satan strove hard to prevail ; 
 I knew that the Lord, in His promise, had said 
 
 His faithfulness never should fail ;
 
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 " But was it to me that the promise applied ? 
 
 " Might / in its blessedness share ?" — 
 Sunk deeper and deeper, desponding I cried, 
 
 There's nothing for me but despair 
 
 i 
 
 How painful the conflict! but God, of His grace, 
 The darkness of night turn'd to day, 
 
 And, cheer'd once again by His reconcil'd face, 
 Rejoicing, 1 went on my way. 
 
 Rejoicing I went — expecting no more 
 Such times of temptation would come ; 
 
 Look'd forward with joy, when the trial was o'er, 
 And long'd for my heavenly home. 
 
 But ah ! my poor heart, unbelieving and vile, 
 (When, when will thy wanderings end !) 
 
 In moments of sorrow alone, an exile, 
 Thou lookest to Jesus thy Friend ! 
 
 No sooner the rod was remov'd, than, so soon, 
 
 Relying on feeling and frame, 
 Thou thoughtest the future would always be noon, 
 
 And thy love, an undying flame : 
 
 But since, thou hast learned, by experience taught, 
 
 Whatever thy comforts may be, 
 They are by the Spirit's own energy wrought, 
 
 And spring from thy Jesus — not thee. 
 
 Dec. 1809.
 
 27 
 
 INCREASING AFFLICTIONS 
 
 SOFTENED BY THE RECOLLECTION OF THEIR 
 DIVINE APPOINTMENT. 
 
 " Lord, I am pain'd ; but I resign 
 My body to Thy will ; 
 'Tis grace, 'tis wisdom all divine, 
 
 Appoints the pains I feel." watts. 
 
 " My times are in Thy hand." 
 
 With wave impelling wave, my feeble mind, 
 Cheer'd with the blissful hope of endless peace, 
 
 Desires to be to all His will resign'd 
 
 Who sent affliction, and can bid it cease. 
 
 I feel my weakness, but I know His grace 
 
 Is all-sufficient, and divinely free ; 
 That, from His book, my name he'll ne'er erase, 
 
 But strength command as ev'ry day shall be. 
 
 Yet there are seasons when my spirits sink, 
 And gloomy doubts, with soul-distressing fears 
 
 Oppress my mind; then trials make me shrink, 
 Till once again His smiling face appears.
 
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 My Parents' sufFrings swell my sorrows too, 
 While wearied nature painful scenes portrays, 
 
 And trembles, lest the oft-repeated blow 
 
 Should summon them, and leave me 'midst my 
 davs. 
 
 Yet why should I regret, or wish their stay, 
 
 Since this weak frame must soon forget its pain ; 
 
 And while our bodies mingle with the clay, 
 
 Our ransom'd souls, in heav'n, shall meet again. 
 
 1309.
 
 29 
 
 SOLITARY SABBATHS 
 
 ENLIVENED BY DEVOTION AT HOME. 
 
 " How dull the Sabbath-day, 
 Without the Sabbath's Lord ! 
 How toilsome then to sing and pray, 
 
 And wait upon the word ! cowper. 
 
 " Where too or three arc met together in my. name, there am I in 
 the midst of them" 
 
 While pensively thinking of mercies departed, 
 Of times that, to me, are for ever gone by ; 
 
 How oft from these eyes has the silent tear started ! 
 My heart been betray'd by the ill-stifled sigh ! 
 
 There once was a time, when with joy I attended 
 The preaching of Grace and of Mercy so sweet ; 
 
 But now, from my bosom this pleasure is rended, 
 No more with the church upon earth shall I meet. 
 
 O might I, in solitude, find Thou art present, 
 And list to that voice which can calm all my fears! 
 
 Seclusion with Thee, O my God ! is most pleasant, 
 In converse with Thee ev'ry pain disappears.
 
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 O deign once again to illumine my dwelling ! 
 
 O shed once again o'er my soul a sweet ray ! 
 Thy smile, from my mind all its darkness dispelling, 
 
 Removes in that instant its sorrows away. 
 
 I'm poor, I am needy, am weak, and afflicted ; 
 
 Thou — gracious, and rich, and almighty in pow'r ; 
 Thy Presence, to place nor to person 's restricted, 
 
 Accessible art Thou in every hour. 
 
 Debarr'd from attending Thy courts, I will seek Thee 
 At home in my chamber, by sickness confin'd ; 
 
 And tho' the rude blasts of the winter bespeak Thee, 
 Thy whispers within shall bring peace to my mind. 
 
 Feb. 18, 1810.
 
 31 
 
 THE 
 
 BELIEVER'S SORROWS ALLEVIATED, 
 
 BY THE REMEMBRANCE OF THEIR 
 SHORT DURATION. 
 
 " For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, workethfor vs 
 afar more exceeding and eternal weight of glory ; while we look 
 not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen. 
 
 Be hush'd my voice! and let the rising sounds 
 
 Of discontent, unutter'd die away ; 
 What, tho' thy life with chequer'd scenes abounds, 
 
 And dark and rugged be the pilgrim's way ! 
 
 Why shouldst thou murmur ? 'Tis the lot of man 
 To meet with cares peculiar to his sphere : 
 
 Though great, they're compass'd by a narrow span, 
 And, " if we're Christ's, zee only suffer here !" 
 
 'Tis mine to view the ev'ning sun go down, 
 And rise again to see me still confin'd ; 
 
 But this alas ! grieves not my heart alone, 
 A Parent's suff'rings more affect my mind. 
 
 Were but my breast of anxious care devoid 
 On this account, methinks I then could bear 
 
 My daily pains, — with this assurance buoy'd, 
 " That we are Christ's, and only suffer here /" 
 
 Feb. 23, 1810.
 
 3-2 
 THANKSGIVING. 
 
 " What shall I render unto the Lord for all his benefits towards 
 me ? I will take the cup of salvation, and call upon the name oj 
 the Lord." 
 
 O my soul's most valu'd treasure ! 
 
 Spring of all its eliiefest joys ! 
 How shall I express the pleasure 
 
 That my grateful heart employs ? 
 
 Thou hast prov'd a tender Father, 
 'Midst the scenes of grief and woe ; 
 
 All my earthly joys Pd rather, 
 Than Thy gracious smile forego. 
 
 Thou hast all my Avants attended, 
 Bow'd Thine ear to hear my moan ; 
 
 Mercy with my sufferings blended, 
 And the sufFrer call'd Thine own. 
 
 Lord ! what shall I to Thee render 
 Of the blessings Thou hast lent? 
 
 All I have, to Thee I tender — 
 All I am, I now present. 
 
 I will take of Thee, salvation, 
 
 And upon Thy fulness live ; 
 Since 'tis Faith's divine vocation 
 
 Not to give Thee, but — receive. 
 
 Sept. 16, 1810.
 
 33 
 
 THE 
 
 RESOLUTION OF YOUTH, 
 
 UNDER THE INFLUENCE OF DIVINE GRACE. 
 
 " I love them that love me ; and those that seek me early shall find me." 
 
 11 The disposings of the heart in man, and the answer of the tongue, 
 are from the Lord." 
 
 In days of my youth I will seek my Creator, 
 To bend my proud spirit to take up the Cross ; 
 
 Though great are my trials, my joys will be greater, 
 And Jesus will amply repay me my loss. 
 
 Though dark be my way, and the climate unpleasant, 
 My Guide is omniscient, almighty, and good; 
 
 My journey is trying, and painful at present, 
 But He will supply me with clothing and food. 
 
 I Avalk amidst dangers, yet He will be near me ; 
 
 Surrounded by snares, yet my foot shall be freed ; 
 And when I'm in trouble my Father Mill hear me, 
 
 And prove" a firm Friend in the time of my need. 
 
 I'll say of the Lord, "Thou art God my defender, 
 And under Thy shadow 1 still would abide ; 
 
 The calves of my lips unto Thee I would render, 
 And trust in the promise, The Lord will provide ." 
 
 Nov. 17, 1310. 
 
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 34 
 
 A FRAGMENT. 
 
 Watch o'er my path — some ray of glory shed 
 Upon this aching, this defenceless head ! 
 Bend Thou my will, and make it yield to Thine ; 
 Let all the Christian in my conduct shine: 
 Meekness, forbearance, temperance, and love, 
 Humility and patience join, to prove 
 Thy steps I follow, and Thy name revere, 
 In hope of glory glad to serve Thee here ! 
 
 If still 'tis mine to drag a weary life, 
 Outwardly pain'd, and feeling inward strife, 
 Yet do Thou still, as Thou hast done before, 
 On my tried mind Thy consolations pour : 
 Shield Thou my head, when storms around me rage ; 
 And when the clouds a tempest dire presage, 
 Then, then lift up Thy banner, and repel 
 Th' united force of flesh — of earth — and hell ! 
 
 Dec. 18, 1810.
 
 31 
 
 THE 
 
 COURTS OF THE LORD 
 
 PRIZED AND DESIRED IN THE CHAMBER 
 OF AFFLICTION. 
 
 Addressed by the Author to her Family. 
 
 " How amiable are Thy Tabernacles, Lord of Hosts! My 
 soul longeth, yea, even fainteth for the courts of the Lord : my 
 heart and my flesh crieth out for the living God." 
 
 Once I could meet you in your blest resorts, 
 And enter with you to my Father's courts : 
 Once I could join your cheerful song of praise, 
 And hail the dawn of happier Sabbath days : 
 But now — no more ! — You, privileg'd, still find 
 An entrance there, whilst / am left behind. 
 You hear those tidings which, ere now, could charm 
 My cares away, and give a mental balm ; 
 There you can swell the anthems of the skies, 
 Whilst my weak breath, for song, expires in sighs ! 
 
 O dreary Sabbaths in affliction's room, 
 That bring no earnest of the rest to come ! 
 Yet there are moments when my soul can soar, 
 And feel envelop'd and confin'd no more : 
 Forget its partner, in its rapid flight, 
 And drink new pleasures at the fount of light :
 
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 That light, which, emanating from above, 
 Fills its ennobled faculties with love ; 
 Sublimes its feelings, and extends its views 
 Beyond the scenes these lower worlds disclose. 
 
 Oft have I felt, at such a time as this, 
 Such joys, such foretastes of celestial bliss, 
 I would not barter for Golconda's mines, 
 For Cr<zsus y wealth, or aught on earth that shines. 
 
 Jan. 23, 1811.
 
 37 
 
 CONFIDENCE 
 
 AMIDST INWARD TRIALS 
 STIMULATING CHRISTIAN EXPECTATION. 
 
 " Trials must and will befal ; 
 
 But with humble faith to see 
 Love inscrib'd upon them all, 
 
 This is happiness to me." cowper. 
 
 " Cast not away therefore your confidence, which hath great re- 
 compence of rezvard." 
 
 Yes ! Thou wilt keep me by Thy mighty pow'r, 
 When the storm threatens, when the tempests low 'r ! 
 Above the waves this sinking head shall rise, 
 And Thou, my God, wilt send serener skies. 
 
 O ! might this languid bosom learn to trust 
 In Thee, as merciful as Thou art just! 
 l$id Thou these idols abdicate the throne, 
 Where Thou, my Sov'reign, Thou must reign alone. 
 
 Look I within ? the scene distracts my mind ; 
 Nought but a will refractory I find : 
 A heart still cleaving to created good ; 
 A wretched wund'rer, though in solitude.
 
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 When shall this shatter'd bark, by tempests driv'n, 
 Arrive at that blest port — the port of Heav'n ? 
 When shall this soul, attracted, learn to rest 
 In that dear refuge of the deep-distrcss'd ? 
 Who, near at hand, eternally shall prove 
 The glorious object of His people's loVe. 
 
 O ! by Thy gracious, life-inspiring pow'r, 
 Preserve me from this dark, this trying hour ! 
 Bid my rapt spirit trace the land of peace, 
 Where sin and sorrow shall for ever cease; 
 And whilst I dwell delighted on the view, 
 Releas'd from bondage— make the vision true. 
 
 .Inly 26, 1312.
 
 39 
 
 CONQUEST. 
 
 PROM THE AUTHORS DIARY. 
 
 " Thanks be to God, who giveth us the victory, through our Lord 
 Jesus Chuist." 
 
 " Shout! for the Lord hath given you the city." 
 
 I am fully persuaded, from daily experience as well as 
 froin the word of God, that the Christian's joys are the 
 "joys of conquest" (as men rejoice when they divide the 
 spoil,) rather than those of peace ; and that although the 
 believer in Jesus is ever graciously, yet he is not supinely 
 blest : hence he must fight, if he would reign : and surely 
 it is no small encouragement to the spiritual soldier, who 
 is " engaged in a warfare from which there is no discharge," 
 to know, that his glorious Captain and Leader has assured 
 him of victory ! 
 
 Array'd in panoply divine, 
 
 I urge my eonq'ring wa}*, 
 Not doubting, thro' His grace, to shine 
 
 In yonder realms of day. 
 Then, let me wrestle with my foes, 
 
 By faith, and still pursue 
 The way my eonq'ring Captain goes, 
 
 And I shall conquer too ! 
 
 Jan. 18 1J.
 
 40 
 
 ENCOURAGEMENT 
 
 AMIDST THE DIFFICULTIES OF THE WAY. 
 
 " True, 'tis a strait and thorny road, 
 
 And mortal spirits tire and faint, 
 But they forget the mighty God, 
 
 Who feeds the strength of ev'ry saint." watts. 
 
 "And David encouraged himself in the Loud his God." 
 
 'Tis hard to toil the up-hill road 
 
 Unaided, Lord, by Thee, 
 When gloomy doubts and fears forbode 
 
 There is no rest for me. 
 
 But, with Thy promises in view, 
 
 I still must persevere, 
 And, 'midst the rugged way, pursue, 
 
 Since Thou, my Guide, art near. 
 
 Sweet pole-star ! still I'd follow Thee, 
 
 And eye the gracious plan, 
 How God-incarnate came to free 
 
 The wretched captive — man !
 
 41 
 
 I see my int'rest in the deed 
 Of grace and love divine ; — 
 
 Ah! did Jehovah's fellow bleed 
 To save a soul like mine ? 
 
 Then I am happy :— nought below 
 Shall interrupt my peace ; 
 
 I'll go the way Thy people go, 
 To share Thy people's bliss. 
 
 Feb. 20, 1813.
 
 42 
 
 DESIRING TO DEPART 
 
 AND BE "WITH CHRIST. 
 
 " Thine own soft hand shall wipe the tear 
 From each believing eye ; 
 Affliction, pain, and ev'ry fear, 
 And death itself shall die!" 
 
 " Make haste, my Beloved, and be Thou like to a roe, or a young 
 hart, upon the mountains of spices." 
 
 When shall these eyes, so us'd to weep, 
 Close in their last, but happy sleep ? 
 When shall this agitated breast 
 Beneath the green turf sweetly rest ? 
 And when shall this tried spirit be 
 Releas'd from frail mortality ? 
 I long to hail the blissful hour ; 
 I long to be above thy pow'r 
 O my worst enemy ! and find 
 That rest, for which I've ceaseless pin'd. 
 
 What, though the awful tempests rave ! 
 There is a silence in the grave. 
 No mighty billows there shall roll, 
 Nor midnight thunders shake my soul.
 
 43 
 
 This body then shall find repose, 
 The combat shall for ever close. 
 Jesus ! Thy vict'ry is complete ! 
 I long to throw me at Thy feet. 
 And there, with unfeign'd joy, record 
 The loving-kindness of my Lord. 
 
 This wint'ry night shall quickly end, 
 
 Its gloomy horrors flee ; 
 I hear Thy voice, my soul's best Friend, 
 
 And long Thy face to see. 
 
 I hear it in the passing gale, 
 
 It tells me Thou art near ; 
 Cheerful I journey through the vale; 
 
 Delighted, heav'n-ward steer. 
 
 I will not weep while scenes like these, 
 
 In bright prospective rise : 
 Soon shall I reach, by blest degrees, 
 
 My mansion in the skies. 
 
 It comes ! it comes ! the blissful day ! 
 The storms of life have pass'd away : 
 The morning breaks — the shadows flee — 
 My ransom'd spirit springs to Thee ! 
 My ruin'd tenement, in dust, 
 Jesus ! ev'n that to Thee I trust, 
 Until, at Thy omnific word, 
 It rises up to meet its Lord ;
 
 44 
 
 Rejoicing, what itlov'd before, 
 
 Shall clog and grieve it thence no more. 
 
 O ! hasten en the glorious time ! 
 Come, in majestic pomp, sublime : 
 Come, Saviour ! for 1 long to see 
 The God, the Man, who died for me; 
 To join Thy saints Thy throne before, 
 To love — to wonder — and adore ! 
 
 Feb. 21, 1813.
 
 45 
 
 SEEKING. 
 
 FROM THE AUTHORS DIARY. 
 
 " They shall praise the Lord that seek Jftm." 
 
 Evening. Where art Thou, best and holiest of Beings ! 
 I seek Thee, but I find Thee not ! Is it not said of Thee, 
 " The Lord went His way, as soon as He had left com- 
 muning with Abraham?" One hour I am rejoicing in Thy 
 gracious presence, and the next I am enquiring, 
 
 " Where is my God? does He retire 
 Beyond the reach of human sighs ? 
 
 Are these weak breathings of desire 
 Too languid to ascend the skies ?" 
 
 No, my Father! Thou hearest me: Thou canst not be 
 unmindful of my situation : Thou wilt not forget thine 
 afflicted handmaid. I stand upon the brink of a mighty 
 precipice, but Thy hand is stretched out to save me ere I 
 fall. Safe, beneath Thy protection, I would learn to smile 
 at danger; and, while tossing upon this tempestuous ocean, 
 I would not yield to fear, but triumph in the consolatory 
 thought, " My Father 's at the helm !" 
 
 " Why do I seek Thee if Thou art not here ? 
 Why find Thee not, if Thou art every where ?"
 
 46 
 
 And art Thou near, Almighty Friend ? 
 
 And shall these sorrows have an end ? 
 
 Wilt Thou relieve this lab'ring breast, 
 
 And calm these passions into rest ? 
 
 Shall the dark day give place to light ? 
 
 Wilt thou appear and bless my sight ? 
 
 Ah ! now repeat the cheering word, 
 
 " Yes ! I am thine, thy present Lord !" 
 I hear the voice — my sorrows flee — 
 My soul, delighted, rests on Thee ! 
 
 .April 03, ia 13.
 
 47 
 
 THE DISCOVERY. 
 
 " The op'ning heav'ns around me shine 
 
 With beams of sacred bliss, 
 While Jesus shews His heart is mine, 
 
 And whispers, I am His." watts. 
 
 " My Beloved is mine, and lam His : Hefeedeth among the lilies. ,f 
 
 blissful hour! when Jesus' face, 
 Array'd in beams of love and grace 
 
 Appear'd upon my view; 
 
 1 smil'd to see the clouds withdraw, 
 I wonder'd at the change I saw, 
 
 So much desir'd — so new! 
 
 " Thou art my God!" my raptur'd spirit cried — 
 " Thy God, in life and death" — He quick replied, 
 " Thine through eternity!" 
 
 Farewell then to my earthly woes, 
 I'll triumph o'er my inward foes : — 
 He bids me, in His strength, be strong, 
 He draws my happy soul along, 
 And points the way that once He trod, 
 The way to glory — and to God ! 
 
 April, 1813.
 
 48 
 
 THE 
 
 BELIEVER'S CONFIDENCE 
 
 UNDER DARK DISPENSATIONS. 
 
 " A father's lovo may raise a frown 
 To chicle the child, or prove the son, 
 
 But love will ne'er destroy ; 
 The hour of darkness is but short 
 Faith be thy life, and patience thy support, 
 
 The morning brings the joy." watts. 
 
 " Though He slay me, yet will I trust in //im." 
 
 Cheer up, my soul! now triumph, and forego 
 This constant iteration of thy woe ; 
 Since there are joys laid up in heav'n for thee, 
 Why shouldst thou dwell on fancied misery ? 
 Let Satan use his ev'ry art to move, 
 The love of God is everlasting love ; 
 And neither life, nor death, nor aught beside 
 Can rend my soul from Jesus crucified ! 
 
 Long has my heart, by sweet experience known, 
 Thou, Lord, wilt ne'er thy chasten'd child disown ! 
 Then let me lean upon Thy gracious arm, 
 And, thus supported, I shall feel no harm : 
 My proud, insulting foe shall cease his boasts, 
 Knowing my Refuge is, "the Lord of Hosts !"
 
 49 
 
 O ! let me always prove Thy Spirit's pow'r, 
 Present to keep me in temptation's hour! 
 Let me not loiter in the heav'nly race, 
 But run and triumph, thro' redeeming grace ; 
 And, in my darkest moments, still depend 
 On Thee, the needy sinner's faithful Friend ! 
 
 May 5, 1813. 
 
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 50 
 
 THE ENTREATY. 
 
 FROM THE AUTHORS DIARY. 
 
 "Abide with us; for it is toward evening, and the day is fur 
 spent." 
 
 In Jesus, my beloved Saviour, all fulness dwells; and 
 while He lives I shall live also. I am oppressed, but He 
 will undertake for me ; I am in the midst of enemies, but 
 He will appear for my help, and come and save me. 
 
 My Rock, my Refuge, and my Tow'r, 
 My Trust in sorrow's darkest hour ; 
 My only Hope on earth, in heav'n, 
 To Thee be endless honours giv'n. 
 Can this poor heart a trouble know, 
 If Thou Thyself Thy love bestow? 
 Or the whole w r orld one joy afford, 
 If Thou withhold Thy presence, Lord ! 
 Come, then, as Thou wert wont to come, 
 And make my breast Thy lasting home ! 
 Come, by Thy Spirit, and impart 
 Life, joy, and gladness, to my heart, 
 And all my pow'rs shall join to bless 
 Jesus my strength, my righteousness. 
 
 July 10, 1813-
 
 51 
 
 LIGHT SHINING IN DARKNESS. 
 
 " When I sit in darkness the Loud will be a light unto me." 
 
 Shine forth, once more, Thou glorious San, 
 And bid the darksome night be gone ; 
 Again thy blissful beams display, 
 And drive these clouds of grief away! 
 
 Jesus, my Saviour ! shall I be 
 Forgotten, and unlov'd by Thee ? 
 Wilt Thou refuse to hear my cry, 
 " Give me Thyself, or else I die ?" 
 
 I seek Thee sorrowing ; shall I find 
 No balm to ease my tortur'd mind? 
 No sweet, consolatory sound, 
 To tell me I've my Saviour found ? 
 
 Ah me ! but no ; I'll not despair : 
 Methinks He'll listen to my prayer ! 
 Time has been He has answer'd me, 
 And set my bondag'd spirit free ; 
 And who can tell, but He'll appear 
 Ev'n now, my mourning soul to cheer ! 
 
 July 17, 181^. 
 
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 52 
 
 THE ENQUIRY 
 
 " Tis a point I long to know, 
 
 Oft it causes anxious thought ; 
 
 Do I love the Lord or no? 
 
 Am I His, or am I not ?" newton. 
 
 "If it be so, why am I thus? And she went to enquire of the Lord." 
 
 Are my graces genuine, most gracious Lord? Will they 
 endure the fire ? I often fear they are counterfeit, and 
 will be consumed instead of being purified : — but — Thou 
 knowest. 
 
 Are these the tears Thy people shed ? 
 
 And when the skies are low'ring, 
 Do thoughts, like mine, their breasts pervade, 
 
 Their confidence o'erpow'ring ? 
 
 Do sighs, like these, burst from their hearts, 
 
 Their latent griefs betraying, 
 When the dark scene its gloom imparts? 
 
 And, like me, are they saying, 
 
 " He hastens not ; — He will not come ; — 
 
 " I seek with vain endeavour : 
 " Ah ! has He seal'd the dreadful doom, 
 
 " And cast me off for ever ?"
 
 53 
 
 Bear Lord, forgive ! Thou hast not left 
 
 Thy ransom'd one to perish ; 
 And though of outward joys bereft, 
 
 I'll still Thy promise cherish. 
 
 Soon will these tears, and griefs, and sighs, 
 
 And conflicts, cease for ever ; 
 And heav'n — the glorious martyr's prize — 
 
 Be giv'n to each believer ! 
 
 July 21, 1813.
 
 M 
 
 LONGING FOR CONSOLATION, 
 
 UNDER THE HIDINGS OF 
 god's RECONCILED COUNTENANCE. 
 
 " O for a message from above 
 
 To bear my spirits up ! 
 Some pledge of my Redeemer's love 
 To calm my terrors, and support my hope." watts. 
 
 " My soulfainteth for Thy salvation :" 
 " Mine eyes fail for Thy word, saying. When wilt Thou comfort me?' 
 
 Thou, whom, though unseen with my bodily eyes, 
 More than life, with its dearest enjoyments, I prize ; 
 Fulfil the blest promise, — Thy presence afford, 
 And bid the poor mourner rejoice in her Lord. 
 
 Is it nothing to Thee that I sigh and complain ? 
 O ! when wilt Thou hasten, and cheer me again ? 
 When, when shall that word, my lost comfort restore, 
 " Return thou poor sinner, and wander no more!" 
 
 Alas ! to my hurt, I have foolishly stray'd ; 
 Thy easy commands I have oft disobey'd ; 
 In mercy yet think on Thy penitent child, 
 Nor let me for ever from Thee be exil'd !
 
 55 
 
 My guilt I confess, and Thy favour entreat, 
 Submissively prostrate my soul at Thy feet ; 
 Nor can I depart 'till I certainly know, 
 The boon I request Thou wilt freely bestow. 
 
 Benignant Redeemer ! propitiously smile ! 
 I'm worthless and needy, rebellious and vile ; 
 But speak the blest word, and my sorrow shall cease, 
 O ! whisper forgiveness, acceptance and peace ! 
 
 Aug. 21, 1813.
 
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 THE 
 
 TREMBLING SUPPLIANT 
 
 ENCOURAGED AT THE MERCY-SEAT. 
 
 " Hast Thou not Lid me seek thy face ? 
 
 And shall I seek in vain ? 
 And can the ear of sov'reign grace, 
 
 Be deaf when I complain?" mrs. Steele. 
 
 " To this man mil I look, even to him that is poor, and of a con- 
 trite spirit, and trembleth at my word. 
 
 u I said not unto the seed of Jacob, Seek ye ME, in vain. 1 " 
 
 Sov'reign of worlds ! mysterious One in Three ! 
 Whose Presence spreads through all immensity ! 
 Before whose Face angelic spirits stand 
 Veil'd, humbly waiting Thy divine command ; 
 Say, may the earth-born dare presume to lie 
 At Thy dread feet, and lift a suppliant eye ? 
 May one of Adam's guilty race pretend, 
 To call her Maker her Almighty Friend ? 
 And, while her bosom heaves with various grief, 
 Look to Thy throne, there only, for relief ? 
 
 O blest, benignant Pow'r ! I hear Thee say, 
 " Come to the seat of mercy, come away ! 
 Reveal the sorrows of thy lab'ring mind, 
 And thou shalt comfort and acceptance find.
 
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 Tho' toss'd with tempests, and by storms distress'd, 
 Trust in thy God, and He shall give thee rest. 
 Art thou a pris'ner ? thou shalt find release ! 
 Perturb'd, perplex'd ? In Me thou shalt have peace ! 
 I know the source of thy solicitude, 
 The anxious doubts that do so oft intrude ; 
 I know thy wand'rings, but — I will forgive ! 
 Return, once more, and thou shalt surely live !" 
 
 O my full heart ! and can it ever be, 
 That these sweet sounds of Mercy reach to thee ? 
 Low at Thy feet, adoring, let me die — 
 I sought the Lord, and He has heard my cry ! 
 
 Yes ! I shall surely live ! His hand will clear 
 Those paths that now so intricate appear: 
 His voice will bid the wild, tumultuous storm, 
 Sink into calm : — His pow'r will all perform 5 
 And Oh ! His loving-kindness will exceed 
 All that I ask'd, or hop'd, in time of need ! 
 
 Blest be that Mercy, which to me has flow'd, 
 Thro' the pure stream of my Redeemer's blood! 
 My grateful heart would love, adore, and bless, 
 Jesus my Strength, my Hope, my Righteousness ; 
 My all on earth, my Portion after death ; — 
 O ! may I praise Him with my latest breath! 
 And then, (transporting, blissful, glorious thought ! 
 'Tis with athousand nameless blessings fraught!) 
 Rise in His likeness, and triumphant soar 
 Where storms and tempests shall be known no more !
 
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 Eternal Spirit ! wise, unerring Guide ! 
 Whatever troubles may my soul betide, 
 Through what dark scenes I yet may have to go, 
 Do Thou Thy help, Thine influence bestow ; 
 And bring me safely o'er the boist'rous sea, 
 To the blest shore of immortality ! 
 
 Sept. 15, 1813.
 
 69 
 
 AFFLICTIONS SANCTIFIED 
 
 OR 
 BLESSINGS IN DISGUISE. 
 
 " It is good for me that I have been afflicted; that I might learn Thy 
 statutes." 
 
 What earthly balm can ease my tortur'd mind, 
 While raging billows o'er my bosom roll ! 
 
 Ah ! would that voice, all merciful and kind, 
 But breathe its soothing accents o'er my soul ; 
 
 For I am fainting at the long delay 
 
 Of Him, who erst my Comforter I knew ; 
 
 Fly, hapless moments ! speed with haste away, 
 And let me bid the world and sin adieu! 
 
 O prone to loiter o'er each darken'd scene, 
 And brood o'er sorrows on thy sleepless bed! 
 
 Pale, as with inborn grief, thy cheeks were seen ; 
 E'vn from thy cradle droop'd thy aching head! 
 
 For thee affliction had her draught prepar'd, 
 Soon as the day dawn'd on thine infant-eye ; 
 
 With all her children thou the lot hast shar'd, 
 Of thy first parents' sin and misery.
 
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 Oft from thy young companions hast thou broke, 
 
 To seek relief in rest and solitude ; 
 And early learn'd His mercy to invoke, 
 
 Who, not unpitying, thy distresses view'd. 
 
 Thus, when the spring of life, with flatt'ring smile, 
 Would woo thee, with thy youthful friends to join, 
 Then would affliction still thy joys purloin, 
 
 And send thee sorrowing to thy couch the while! 
 
 O ! had not mercy, in this cup of woe, 
 Some few ingredients palatable mix'd, 
 
 How wretched were the pilgrim's lot below, 
 
 Where sin and sorrow have their dwellings fix'd ! 
 
 But God be glorified ! Affliction's school 
 (Though sharp the rod, the discipline severe) 
 Is to my soul and shall be ever dear, 
 
 For there I learn'd the blest, unerring rule, 
 
 To judge of men and things by other light, 
 Ev'n by the light of Inspiration's page; 
 
 And found a Guide, to lead my footsteps right, 
 Through the dark path-way of my pilgrimage. 
 
 I saw, delighted, through surrounding gloom, 
 
 A narrow passage to repose divine ; 
 And oft I've pac'd my solitary room, 
 
 And said, ''this promis'd pleasure must be mine!" 
 
 Sept. 22, 1813.
 
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 PAST DELIVERANCE, 
 
 A SCRIPTURAL GROUND FOR EXPECTING 
 FUTURE MERCIES. 
 
 " His love, in time past, forbids me to think 
 
 He'll leave me at last in trouble to sink ; 
 
 Each sweet Eben-ezer I have in review, 
 
 Confirms His good pleasure to help me quite through." 
 
 NEWTON. 
 
 " Thou hast been my help, leave me not, neitherforsake me, O God 
 of my salvation" 
 
 Still I seek, but cannot find Thee, 
 
 Thou source of all my joys ! 
 Need'st Thou that I should remind Thee 
 
 What desire my heart employs ? 
 
 Thou art not, like us, forgetful 
 Of the objects of Thy love ; 
 Why then should I be so fretful ? 
 
 1 shall soon Thy kindness prove. 
 
 While Thou'rt absent, nought delights me, 
 Nothing then has pow'r to please j 
 
 Ev'ry little cross affrights me, 
 Doubts and fears my spirit seize !
 
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 delay not ! hither hasten ! 
 
 Let me see Thy smile once more ! 
 Father ! Father ! cease to chasten ! 
 View and pity as before ! 
 
 1 am dust ; — the swift wind passing, 
 
 Sweeps me to my early grave ; 
 Let Thy Mercy, everlasting, 
 
 Now shine forth, Thy child to save ! 
 
 Must I be a wretched stranger, 
 
 In this lonely wilderness ? 
 Wand'ring in the midst of danger, 
 
 Unreliev'd from my distress ? 
 
 O ! let Thy paternal feeling, 
 Thee to pity, Lord, incline ! 
 
 See Thy suppliant daughter kneeling, 
 Am I not for ever Thine ? 
 
 Well thou know'st the bitter groaniners 
 Which from this poor heart arise ; 
 
 Thou hast listen'd to rav moaninsrs — 
 Thou hast heard my midnight sighs ! 
 
 Send, O send me consolation, 
 Lest I sink in deep despair ! 
 
 Whisper, " I am thy Salvation"— 
 Let me know Thou nearest pray'r ! 
 
 Sept. 23, 1813.
 
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 HAPPINESS PROMISED, 
 
 BUT NEVER FOUND IN SUBLUNARY GOOD. 
 
 " O pleasures past, what are ye now 
 But thorns about my bleeding brow ? 
 Spectres that hover round my brain, 
 And aggravate and mock my pain." n. k. white. 
 
 " Then I looked on all the works that my hands had wrought, and 
 on the labour that I had laboured to do : and, be/told, all was 
 vanity and vexation of spirit, and there was no profit under the 
 
 sun." 
 
 No : — they are fled ; and fled for ever ! 
 All the bright scenes Imagination drew 
 Are vanish'd, and no trace is left behind. 
 Go, fair deluders of my lonely hours ! 
 Tell me no more of joys ye promis'd oft, 
 But yielded never ! Nor let flatt'ring smiles 
 Seduce me to rely on bliss below. 
 
 Where, Fancy ? Where is now the lovely view, 
 Which thy creative pow'rs on airy clouds 
 Portray'd, so fascinating and so bright ? 
 And where thy visions, Hope ? — for ever fled. 
 Oft have ye promis'd, (and as oft deceiv'd) 
 That yet a little while, and storms would cease, 
 And joy succeed to grief. I heard, delighted ;
 
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 And, while I listen'd to your Syren-songs, 
 I seem'd already happy : — lull'd to sleep, 
 By opiates creating sweetest dreams 
 Of sublunary bliss. Vain promises ! 
 
 But whither shall I go to find relief? 
 If to my couch I turn, 'tis strew'd with thorns ! 
 If to the world, no solace centres there ! 
 Ev'n those I love, and who would fain relieve, 
 Had they the balm, — strangers alike remain 
 To the keen pangs that agitate my breast. 
 
 Where then can Rest be found ? 
 O ! to what Refuge, can a sinner fly ? 
 — Hark ! — what enchanting Melodies are those ? 
 What heav'nly sounds that charm my list'ning ear! 
 — O ! 'tis HIS voice, His blissful voice I hear, 
 Calling the child of sorrow to His feet, 
 With, " Daughter ! weep no more !" 
 
 I come, my God, I come ! 
 The beams of light, reflected by Thy word, 
 Direct my footsteps to Thy throne of grace, 
 While the blest Spirit leads my woe-wom mind 
 To Thee, enthron'd with glory in the skies ! 
 There, Faith beholds the countless company, 
 Who sojourn'd once as strangers here below : 
 Their thorny path they sped through hosts of foes, 
 Esteeming Christ's reproach the greatest gain, 
 Counting it joy to suffer shame for Him 
 Who, death eternal had endur'd for them.
 
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 O ye deluded souls ! who bind your brows 
 With roses while they bloom ; leave heav'n to chance ; 
 Or, in presumption, treasure up despair ! — 
 Know, that the Cross of Christ foreruns His Crown ; 
 And who will reign with Him must suffer too ; 
 Taste of His Cup ; reproach for Him endure ; 
 And be His humble, faithful follower here. 
 
 Their lives ye reckon madness, and " their end 
 Inglorious," who, in truth, renounce 
 " The pomps and vanities of this vain world, 
 And all the sinful lustings of the flesh." 
 Have ye not promts' d these ? or not perform 'd 
 The sacred vows ye made before the Lord ? 
 Or, have ye dared to mock the Majesty 
 Of Heav'n and Earth, with words of solemn sound, 
 • And, in the pleasures ye engaged to shun, 
 Shipwreck'd your stock of piety — the name I 
 
 O ! fearful doom ! Eternity 
 Makes rapid speed upon the wings of Time! 
 Ah ! then your refuges of lies must fail ; 
 The roses, that so lately bloom'd, decay ; 
 The cup of joy, cease from th' unhallow'd lip; 
 The viol, tabret, harp, be heard no more ; 
 And, ev'n your Hopes, shall, at the last — expire ! 
 
 Yet ye presume to say, " O ! let me die 
 The righteous' death ! and. let my latter end 
 Resemble his !" Live but his righteous life, 
 From grace divine receiv'd — God's sov'reign gift — 
 And all th' eternal joys of heav'n are yours .' 
 
 Stp. 27, 1813.
 
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 THOUGHTS OF HOME 
 
 ENCOURAGING THE BELIEVER TO PRESS FORWARD. 
 
 " My home, henceforth, is in the skies, 
 
 Earth, seas, and sun adieu ! 
 All heav'n unfolded to my eyes, 
 
 I have no sight for you." cowper. 
 
 " For he looked for a city which hath foundations, whose Builder 
 and Maker is Cod." 
 
 Rouse up, my soul ! and let the thoughts of home 
 Accelerate thy movements thitherward ! 
 'Tis hut a few more weary steps, and thou 
 Wilt bid farewell to all the woes of Time ; 
 Wilt pass the threshold of thy Father's house ; 
 And, having enter'd, shalt return no more ! 
 
 Thy royal mansion, sumptuously adorn'd 
 With the bright trophies of redeeming love, 
 By Jesus is prepar'd ; and angels stand, 
 Waiting His word, to take thy Spirit home. 
 
 Dec. 25, 1313.
 
 67 
 
 THE 
 
 BELIEVER'S ASSURANCE 
 
 OF IMMORTALITY AND GLORY. 
 
 " Couldst thou persuade me, the next life could fail 
 Our ardent wishes ; how should I pour out 
 My bleeding heart in anguish, new, as deep ! young. 
 
 " I know that my Redeemer liveth, and that he shall stand at the 
 latter day upon the earth : and though, after my skin, worms 
 destroy this body, yet in my flesh shall I see God." 
 
 Well might I mourn, if after this short life 
 There were no other promis'd to my soul, 
 But dread annihilation were my doom ! 
 
 Happy for me, that my Redeemer lives 
 In full possession of eternal life ; 
 And that because He lives, I also shall! 
 These tortur'd nerves shall rest; this wearied head, 
 Oft aching, shall know grief and pain no more : 
 This feeble frame, though in dishonour sown, 
 Shall yet be rais'd in glory and in pow'r : 
 This mortal, put on immortality. 
 
 Then why these flowing tears ? and why, O why 
 These over-anxious thoughts ? Death hastens on, 
 Thy kind Deliv 'rer from the woes of time, 
 And ushers into everlasting day. 
 
 March 1, 1814. 
 
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 68 
 
 SOLITARY MUSINGS. 
 
 " I muse on the work of Thy hands'' 
 
 Transitory, fleeting guest, 
 In a world which is, at best, 
 
 A world of sin and sorrow ; 
 Who can tell how short the stay 
 E're I'm call'd to haste away ? 
 
 Perhaps 'twill be to-morrow ! 
 
 Trav'ller in a rugged road, 
 
 Which many a pilgrim-foot has trod, 
 
 Oppress'd like me and weary ; 
 I cast my eyes about to find 
 Which way the devious path will wind, 
 
 But oh ! the prospect's dreary. 
 
 Embark'd upon a troubled sea, 
 My destin'd port — eternity 1 
 
 O! how I long to make it ! 
 My pilot, through the foaming tide, 
 This shatter'd bark will safely guide, 
 
 Where storms' shall never shake it.
 
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 'Tis He, who erst the tempest still'd, 
 On whose unbroken word I build 
 
 My confidence, so stable; 
 He loves me, and has pow'r to save, 
 From ev'ry rough, tremendous wave ; 
 And, while the surge my bark shall lave, 
 
 I'll still believe Him able. 
 
 June 5, 1814.
 
 70 
 
 THE 
 
 CHRISTIAN'S CONSOLATION 
 
 UNDER AFFLICTION. 
 
 " When my breast labours with oppressive care, 
 
 And o'er my cheek descends the falling tear; 
 
 While all my warring passions are at strife, 
 
 O let me listen to the words of life ! 
 
 Raptures deep felt His doctrine did impart, 
 
 And thus He rais'd from earth my drooping heart." 
 
 THOMSON. 
 
 " This is my comfort in affliction : for Thy word hath quickened me." 
 
 Peace is proclaimed ! the nations are at rest 
 Yet rage the tempests in this troubled breast ! 
 For me, the op'ning morn its trial brings, 
 And night, unfriendly, horrid visions flings 
 O'er my distracted senses. How I pine, 
 To see the day of mortal life decline ! 
 
 O ! had my soul no hope beyond the tomb, 
 No promis'd prospects of a life to come, 
 How could I bear my burden ! How sustain 
 This constant load of languor and of pain ! 
 Each nerve the seat of torture ; ev'ry breeze 
 Seems to arrest me laden with, disease. 
 The day, to others cheerful, mild, and bright, 
 To me is void of comfort or, delight ; 
 And woeful scenes oppress my anguish'd brain, 
 When, on my couch, I seek for ease, in vain !
 
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 I long to quit this tenement, and be 
 From ev'ry sin, from ev'ry sorrow free! 
 To realize that state foretold, so fair, 
 And O ! my soul ! to rest for ever there ! 
 This sweet assurance can my mind support, 
 While of each blust'ring blast I seem the sport : 
 While the full tide of sorrow sweeps along, 
 And almost sinks my soul, its gloomy waves among. 
 
 Lord of my life! Preserver of my frame! 
 Thou art to-day, as yesterday, the same. 
 Made by Thy hand, and call'd by grace divine, 
 By strongest ties 1 am for ever Thine ! 
 Nor can I find a resting-place below, 
 In this bleak wilderness of sin and woe. 
 My soul, a spark of Thy celestial fire, 
 Does to the realms of blessedness aspire ; 
 Tends to its centre; cannot dwell obscur'd, 
 For ever in these walls of clay immur'd. 
 
 And shalt thou live, when, in its narrow bed, 
 Thy frail companion, O my soul, is laid? 
 Shall I survive the ruins of the tomb ? 
 And shall I " flourish in immortal bloom :" 
 "See new worlds bursting on my ravish'd sight," 
 And dwell for ever at the fount of light ? 
 
 Transition glorious ! — from the stormy sea 
 To rest divine throughout eternity ! 
 From dust, from death, from mis'ry to arise, 
 To light, to life, to glory, in the skies ! 
 From pining sickness, and increasing pain, 
 To health and joy ; — to triumph, and to reign !
 
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 O blissful prospect ! O ! what glorious views 
 Do these anticipations now produce ? 
 While past and future lend a cheering ray, 
 To gild the darkness of the present day ! 
 Can all thy sufferings be with this compar'd ? 
 Ah ! wilt thou think the transient bondage hard 
 Which ends in liberty of ceaseless date ? 
 Wait, with chastis'd impatience, gladly wait; 
 For oh ! it comes ! the promis'd time appears ; 
 A few more storms, — a few more circling years, 
 And then 'tis past ! — Eternal life is thine : — 
 Rise, and possess the land, and sing of Grace divine! 
 
 June 11, 1814.
 
 73 
 
 THE 
 
 GRACIOUS DEDICATION. 
 
 WRITTEN AT MIDNIGHT OF THE LORD S DAY. 
 
 " By the grace of God I am what I am." 
 
 Now, in this solemn hour, O God of grace ! 
 My soul's best Friend ! help me to dedicate 
 My all to Thee ! The eye of feeble sense 
 A gloomy catalogue of ills surveys, 
 And sheds the tear, as fault'ring accents speak 
 My stubborn will not subject yet to Thine. 
 But Thou, great Judge of what is fittest, best, 
 Well know'st how all is working for my good. 
 
 I would not shrink from my appointed lot, 
 Nor charge Thee foolishly ; nor vainly deem 
 The cross too heavy that Thy love ordains : — 
 No, gracious God! tho' earthly members dread 
 These pains incessant, and this toil — my mind, 
 Renew'd by Energy divine, welcomes 
 Thy righteous will. Thou canst not injure me ! 
 Transgressor though I am of all Thy laws, 
 By inward thought, if not in outward deed ; 
 Conceiv'd in sin, and born a child of wrath,
 
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 Jesus, my Lord, for me has magnified 
 Thy righteous law ! for me its curse endur'd, 
 As Creature — Man or Angel — never could ! 
 Cloth'd in His Righteousness, and thro' His Blood, 
 I stand discharg'd before the throne of God, 
 From spot, from wrinkle, and from ev'ry blame ! 
 Eternally discharg'd ! Complete in Him ! 
 And with Him one in purpose, so in truth, 
 Claim Justice, infinite as Mercy, mine, 
 And God, my Father, through His dying Son ! 
 
 " Cast down, but not destroy'd," I bless the hand, 
 My Father's hand, which strengthens while it wounds ; 
 And should the furnace rage with seven-fold heat, 
 My Father 's even there ! Mighty the waves, 
 But mightier He above, who calms the storm ! 
 Dark and mysterious the pilgrim's way, 
 But lo ! the " Sun of Righteousness shines forth," 
 And cheers my soul " with healing in His beams." 
 
 I know the voice that call'd me from the world, 
 And, in the chamber of affliction, taught 
 Eternal truths, on which I love to dwell. 
 " The school of suff'ring is the school of light !" 
 'Tis here I learn to trample on the world, 
 And justly estimate all earthly good. 
 'Tis here, each hour informs me I must die! 
 Whilst here, Thy word assures me I shall live ! 
 Live, when this world's enwrapt in flaming fire, 
 And all its transient glories pass'd away ! 
 
 Feb. 27, 1814.
 
 PART II. 
 
 WRITTEN ON VARIOUS OCCASIONS.
 
 To Mrs. S * * * * *. 
 
 Dear Madam, 
 
 The hand which has wounded, alone can heal; 
 and no effort of friendship, however great, or well intended, 
 can do that which is only the prerogative of Omnipotence. 
 I heard not of your bereavement until just as we were 
 going to bed last night; and as it very much affected me, 
 I could not retire until I had given vent to my feelings, in 
 
 the enclosed Elegiac Lines to Mr. S 's respected 
 
 memory; of which I beg your acceptance. It is no 
 honour to the name of so good a man, to be sung by so 
 mean and unskilful a minstrel as I am ; yet, rude and 
 unpolished as my numbers confessedly are, I feel a satis- 
 faction in having (though imperfectly) discharged a debt 
 to departed worth, and surviving friendship. 
 
 How much mercy is mixed in this dispensation ! Thou- 
 sands are called to sorrow, even " without hope," over some 
 of their dearest earthly friends, on committing their bodies 
 to the grave — but, he "sleeps in Jesus," and is blest! O 
 how delightful must the anticipation of a re-union with 
 so beloved an object be! You, my clear Madam, are 
 called to drink deep of the cup of affliction:— you have 
 had to wade through the mighty billows, and have been of-
 
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 ten in the furnace 57- yet God is your God still ! — Although 
 He is a Sovereign, He is Father — and a compassionate 
 Father. He has promised to sustain us under all our 
 trials, and never to leave nor forsake us ; " and He is faith- 
 ful who hath promised, who also will do it." Look, my 
 dear Madam, on the' bright side of the scene before you : 
 it will bear investigation : it will amply repay you : and 
 the sweetness of it shall even mingle with your draught 
 of sorrow. Nature must feel, though Grace shall even- 
 tually triumph. Your's is no common loss: the stroke 
 you mourn under, has brought to the dust the most amiable. 
 of men — t\ie best of husbands: but his immortal part 
 still lives ; and your union is only suspended, not broken. 
 
 Earnestly desiring, that you may be supported and 
 comforted by the consolations of the blessed gospel ; and 
 that alrfequgh you may, and cannot but mourn, yet that 
 you may be preserved from murmuring, 
 
 I am, 
 
 Dear Madam, 
 Your affectionate and sympathizing Friend, 
 
 E. S .G. 
 May 30, 1312.
 
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 ELEGIAC LINES 
 
 IN MEMORY OF 
 
 MR. T. S * * * * *; 
 
 WHO DIED IN THE FAITH OF CHRIST CRUCIFIED, 
 
 May, 1812. 
 
 " Sure the last end 
 Of the good man is Peace. How calm his exit !" blair. 
 
 " Blessed are the dead which die in the Loud, from henceforth ; 
 yea, saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labours ; and 
 their works do follow them." 
 
 Hail, happy spirit ! Thou hast burst thy clay, 
 And soar'd to regions of eternal day ! 
 jjail, Christian warrior ! The battle's gain'd, 
 The race is run, the precious prize obtain'd. 
 A crown of glory now invests thy brow : 
 — Gift of His grace who sufler'd here below ! — 
 
 And is he gone, whose warm affections flow'd 
 And compass'd all who trod Immanuel's road? 
 
 Is S gone ? The man whose tender heart 
 
 In others' sorrows took so deep a part ! 
 Whose gen'rous sympathy was ne'er refus'd — 
 (To mean, dissembling artifice unus'd) 
 Heady, at call of Charity, to shew 
 What or the Christian, or the Man could do ! 
 
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 Yes, he is gone ! No more that pleasing smile 
 His mourning friend of sorrow shall beguile : 
 No more that gentle voice shall greet the ear, 
 Which, all who lov'd his Master, joy'd to hear! 
 
 S is gone ! I weep, and yet rejoice, 
 
 Making his life, his death, my earnest choice : 
 
 And still shall this my heart's petition be, 
 
 " O may my ransom'd spirit dwell with thee !" 
 
 Poor widow'd mourner ! His eternal gain 
 Is loss indeed to thee ! Yet ah ! refrain ! 
 The time is coming, and the hour draws nigh, 
 When thou shalt meet thy husband in the sky ; 
 Shalt see him, not as late, by pain oppress'd, 
 But in the garments of Salvation dress'd ! 
 Not as ere while on earth, diseas'd and faint, 
 But in the realms of joy, a glorious Saint ! 
 Anticipate the moment ! let its weight 
 Be felt ev'n now, in thy bereav'd estate : 
 'Twill help to make thy footsteps faster tend 
 To join thy husband, and thy husband's Friend. 
 His Friend, whom here on earth his soul ador'd, 
 His Maker, His Redeemer, and His Lord ! 
 
 Bear up awhile ; redemption draweth nigh ! 
 Soon shall the tear be banish'd from thine eye ; 
 Soon shall the storms of mortal life surcease, 
 Thy spirit soar, thy ashes rest in peace ; 
 And then, in heav'n, again united be, 
 With him on earth belov.'d, to live eternally ! 
 
 May 30, 1812.
 
 83 
 
 LINES 
 
 Written on the Author's return to her native Village, 
 after a short residence in London. 
 
 "The Country wins me still, 
 I never fram'd a wish or form'd a plan, 
 That flatter'd me with hopes of earthly bliss 
 But there I laid the scene. " 
 " My very dreams were rural." cowper, 
 
 Farewell, ye giddy, bustling scenes, 
 I leave you for my native vale ! 
 
 Your glitt'ring toys are useless means 
 To make the sweets of B-rnh-m fail. 
 
 Still, still I love my native spot, 
 Above th' attractions of the Town ; 
 
 Content, fix'd here, I envy not 
 Its pride, its pleasures, or renown. 
 
 What, tho' I'm neither rich nor great, 
 But move within a humble sphere ! 
 
 I covet not their wealth or state, 
 Possess'd of purer pleasures here. 
 
 Amidst beloved friends, and kind, 
 No other bounties would I crave, 
 
 Than daily bread with peace of mind, 
 And a good Hope beyond the grave. 
 
 July, 5, 180(3. 
 
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 84 
 
 TO 
 
 MY BROTHER AND SISTER, 
 T. S. G. 
 
 WITH A SET OF CHIMNEY ORNAMENTS, IN 
 SHELL-WORK. 
 
 Written in bed, Nov. 13, 1808. 
 
 Accept this work of Fancy, and whene'er 
 You gaze upon these tokens of my love, 
 
 O may your sympathy bestow a tear ! 
 
 And when my spirit dwells no longer here 
 They will my warm affection ever prove. 
 
 Though small the gift, the giver's heart, you know, 
 Presents th' amusement of her lighter hours ; 
 
 Trifles that shew her strong regard for you, 
 
 For ever fervent and for ever true, 
 
 Or Fancy had not thus employ'd her pow'rs! 
 
 Doom'd as I am to suffer, yet I feel 
 
 Assur'd of freedom from these grievous pains : 
 Though still a pris'ner, yet doth Faith reveal 
 The sov'reign Balm which can my spirit heal, 
 And that great Friendwho will unloose my chains.
 
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 Yet, ere I go, I'd send this shelly gift, 
 Another proof of my affection strong ; 
 
 And while my hands and heart to God I lift 
 
 For you in supplication, this the drift, 
 
 That both your lives may happy be, and long. 
 
 By mutual love endear'd, our hearts are bound 
 By two-fold ties of Nature and of Grace ; 
 
 And when a few more fleeting years roll round 
 
 We shall together be in Glory found, 
 
 To sing of Jesus' Love, and see His Face. 
 
 Take, then, these monuments, wrought by my hand, 
 
 And call them yours, and still remember me ; 
 And when I've reach'd the better Canaan's land, 
 While you, on this' side Jordan, waiting stand, 
 You'll think of your departed E, S, G ! 
 
 Nov. 13, 1808.
 
 66 
 
 A BREAM* 
 
 " What, though our Dreams are often wild, 
 
 Like clouds before the driving storm ; 
 Yet some important may be styl'd, 
 
 Sent to admonish or inform." kewtok. 
 
 " He that hath a dream, let him tell a dream.' 
 
 Metiiought, one gloomy night, my spirit flew, 
 And rcach'd a plain where nought of verdure grew ; 
 And on the centre of this barren land, 
 I pensive took my solitary stand. 
 Beneath my eye, a black, but polish'd stone, 
 Inscrib'd with characters at first unknown. 
 I wonder'd much whose form could lay beneath 
 These solemn emblems of a mortal's death. 
 While thus entranc'd, I ruminating stood, 
 And saw these words — "HereliesTHE Son of God!" 
 Unusual agitation seiz'd my frame — 
 I heard, or seem'd to hear, my Saviour's name! 
 Down from my eyes the tear of anguish flow'd — 
 Again I read — " Here lies The Son of God !" 
 Then, to my mental sight, a form appcar'd ; 
 (A form so much belov'd, so much rever'd !) 
 
 * This, and the following piece, (he Editor requests 
 may be read as they are related— as Dreams.
 
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 'Twas His — who bled on Calv'rg's mount and died, 
 And from whose Body rlow'd the crimson tide ! 
 'Twas His — who died my sinful soul to save, 
 To rescue from destruction and the grave ! 
 'Twas His, the lovely Form before me stood, 
 Jesus my Saviour, and the Son of God ! 
 Methought He smil'd, and pointed to the skies, 
 While, wrapt in wonder, I beheld Him rise ; 
 When the sweet vision vanish'd from my sight, 
 And left me all alone, enshrouded by the night ! 
 Yet now, tho' many years have roll'd between, 
 I still remember this sweet solemn scene ; 
 And often wish, but wish alas! in vain, 
 To see this lovely vision once again. 
 
 March 16, 1809.
 
 88 
 
 ANOTHER DREAM. 
 
 " What mighty agents have access, 
 
 What friends from heav'n, or foes from hell, 
 
 Our minds to comfort or distress, 
 When we are sleeping, who can tell ?" kewton. 
 
 " In a dream, in a vision of the night, when deep sleep falleth upon 
 men, in slumberings upon the bed, then He openeth the ears of 
 men and sealeth their instruction" 
 
 In the dark watches of the silent night, 
 A pleasing, awful vision met my sight. 
 Methought I follow'd where my mother led, 
 And saw a breathless Hero on a bed. 
 I started back with horror and amaze, 
 But soon I paus'd ; and wond'ring, stood to gaze. 
 The Hero lay, in sable armour clad ; 
 Suspended on the wall His glitt'ring blade ; 
 Beside the sword, in gloomy order plac'd, 
 I saw a helmet which His head had grac'd : 
 His coat of arms, and vict'ry's trophies too 
 I saw — and then again return'd to view 
 The Hero's corse. — Methought my mother went, 
 And left me brooding o'er the strange event. 
 No sooner had I miss'd her from my side. 
 Than I prepar'd to follow ; but — denied —
 
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 Methought the Warrior rose, and took my arm, 
 And led me on, and smil'd at my alarm : 
 We stopp'd — my dread Companion then address'd 
 These words, which on my mem'ry were impress'd : 
 " God shall for ever wipe your tears away ; 
 " I live, who died your Ransome full to pay !" 
 This said, He press'd His icy lips to mine — 
 I fled — and glad my station to resign, 
 Regain'd the spot from whence my mother led, 
 And, wak'd with wonder, found myself in bed ! 
 
 March 16, 1809.
 
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 LINES 
 
 WRITTEN FOR MY NEPHEW I. G. S. 
 
 TO RECITE BEFORE HIS GRANDFATHER AND GRANDMOTHER, 
 
 On the Day he teas Eight Years Old. 
 
 Dear grand-parents listen, some moments employ, 
 To attend to the thanks of your motherless boy ! 
 'Tis eight years to-day since I first drew my breath, 
 And my dear mother's eyes arenowseal'd up in death ! 
 Although I'm so young, yet I very well know 
 How great are the favours you daily bestow : 
 I am fed, I am cloth'd, I can write and can read, 
 And I know that these favours are great ones indeed ; 
 And I wish, for the future, my conduct may prove 
 The sense that 1 have of your kindness and love. 
 Should I live to grow up, and a sailor become, 
 I'll never forget my dear grand-parents' home, 
 But, dress'd in my jacket and trowsers, with joy 
 Will still be your dutiful, motherless boy ! 
 
 March 16, 1809.
 
 91 
 
 A 
 
 TOKEN OF REMEMBRANCE; 
 
 ADDRESSED TO MISS M. O. 
 
 IN ACKNOWLEDGMENT OF A HANDSOME WORK-HAG 
 PRESENTED BY HER TO THE AUTHOR, 
 
 May 11th, 1809. 
 
 Mary ! thy gift, though small; I highly prize, 
 And when I use it I shall think of thee : 
 
 The little work-bag, as it meets my eyes, 
 
 Seems, with thy voice, to say, " Remember me !" 
 
 I mil remember thee, and pray that thou 
 Mayst be directed by Almighty pow'r, 
 
 In ev'ry step you take, in all you do, 
 And be preserv'd until the dying hour! 
 
 That when thy spirit shall its mansion leave, 
 It may ascend to Happiness on high ; 
 
 Till thy fair form shall quit the loathsome grave, 
 And join its much lov'd partner in the sky. 
 
 Yet, Mary, look not for that happy day, 
 Unless on Jesus thou hast built thy trust ; 
 
 He is the one, true, living, only way 
 
 By which zee can be sav'd, and God be just
 
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 Ah ! why should God's own Son come down to die, 
 If Man could make th' atonement for his guilt ? 
 
 Where, but to Jesus can a Sinner fly ? 
 
 Or why to Him, had not His blood been spilt ! 
 
 Tu Adam's fal tire fell ! his unborn race 
 
 Partook his guilt, and his corruption share ; 
 
 Salvation, therefore, comes not but by grace ; 
 Strive, Mary, strive to gain an int'rest there! 
 
 A\ ithout it thou canst never taste of joy ; 
 
 That joy, so past expression and so pure ! 
 The hope of which all sorrow can destroy, 
 
 Or how could I such sorrows still endure ? 
 
 This is my Comfort when oppress'd with pain! 
 
 This only can my fainting spirits raise: 
 I know that Jesus has not died in vain; 
 
 By Grace He saves, and well deserves the praise. 
 
 May 11, 1809-
 
 93 
 
 CONSOLATORY ADDRESS 
 
 TO 
 MY DEAR SISTER 
 
 S. J. G. 
 
 Written in Prospect of the Authors speedy Dissolution. 
 
 Not dead, but gone before." 
 
 " Whither Christ Jesus our Tore-runner is for us entered, 
 having obtained eternal rederuptionfor us." 
 
 When the hour comes that all my sufPrings end, 
 Wilt thou, my Jane, my Sister, and my Friend, 
 Recall the look that beam'd with love on thee, 
 The grateful smile of thine own E, S, G ? 
 And when this fragile form returns to dust, 
 This spirit joins the ransom'd and the just, 
 Wilt thou, my Sister, ramble where the tomb 
 Wraps thy Eliza in its awful gloom ? 
 And when soft ev'ning shuts the summer's day, 
 Thy pensive steps bend where my relics lay ? 
 Wilt thou, sweet mourner, o'er my lowly bed 
 Heave the soft sigh, the tear of mem'ry shed ?
 
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 Shall that dear voice, so silv'ry in its tone, 
 Speak of th' unvaried love of her that's gone ? 
 And say, " Here lies the Sister, once so dear, 
 In blood and spirit one — the Friend sincere ! 
 Here lies the heart that sympathiz'd — now cold ; 
 And the pale vestments all her limbs infold ! 
 Clos'd are those eyes which smil'd so late on me — 
 Ah ! must I never more my much-lov'd Sister see" 
 
 Methinks, beside my grave, I see thee stand 
 Suspended deep in thought; and in thy hand 
 A tribute of thy love to strew around, 
 And with sweet scented flow'rs bedeck the around 
 Where thy Eliza sleeps in death's cold arms, 
 Secure from pain and sorrow's dread alarms : 
 Flow'rs emblematic of her early doom, 
 Who, nipt by blighting wind in youthful bloom, 
 Inclin'd her drooping head, and sank into the tomb ! 
 
 Sweet, interesting mourner ! lovely maid ! 
 Thou, like the rose thou strew'st, must also fade ! 
 And thou, thy lov'd Eliza's bed must share, 
 That clay-cold bed ! must be an inmate there ! 
 Sweet blossom ! lovely flow'ret! placid Jane ! 
 Sharer of all my pleasures, all my pain ! 
 Lovely in life — from the same root we came, 
 And both were proud to bear a Sister's name ! 
 Each strove who most affectionate should prove, 
 And cv'ry trial but increas'd our love!
 
 95 
 
 Sweet sufferer! the separating stroke 
 From thy fond side has now thy sister took. 
 Great the bereavement ! exquisite the pain ! 
 Shall not these kindred spirits meet again ? 
 The wound be clos'd ? and Sarah cease to mourn 
 In heartfelt anguish o'er Eliza's urn ? 
 Yes ! there's a hope that she shall cease to sigh, 
 And meet the dear departed in the sky ! 
 
 Hail ! happy union ! where our purest love 
 Shall be matur'd eternally above ! 
 Where death's unknown ! and no destructive hand 
 Shall sever that indissoluble band ; 
 But Sarah and Eliza both shall join, 
 To celebrate the height, length, depth, of Love divine! 
 
 Cease then, my Jane, to shed the fruitless tear, 
 And listen to the notes of one so dear ! 
 Thou know'st my suff'rings, and thou oft didst grieve 
 That 'twas not thine those suff'rings to relieve ; 
 But now they're ended, give thy sorrows o'er, 
 Praise th' Almighty, and regret no more ! 
 'Tis hard to part ! but then, how great the joy, 
 To meet where sin and pain shall ne'er annoy ! 
 To meet and part no more ! O ! think of this, 
 And rather hail my entrance into bliss ! 
 
 Yes ! we shall meet again ! I shall arise 
 From my cold bed of earth, and in the skies
 
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 Join my dear Sarah ! this vile body come 
 Forth from the dismal confines of the tomb, 
 With more than Angels' beauty cloth'd — a Guest, 
 To share the glories of the Marriage-feast ! 
 
 Then shall my voice unite with thine once more, 
 Our God, our Saviour, Jesus, to adore! 
 And in sublimer strains the heavens shall ring 
 With our hosannahs to our glorious Kix\g! 
 
 June 10, 1809.
 
 9: 
 
 REFLECTIONS 
 
 ON THE MORNING OF THE LOXtb's DAY. 
 
 Occasioned by the departure of the Author's Family for the 
 House of God, during her confinement to her bed. 
 
 When shall I come and appear before God ?' 
 
 O pleasures priz'd ! ev'nwhen I join'dthe train, 
 And with my kindred trod those hallow'd courts 
 Where God, my God, is honour'd and ador'd. 
 Delightful moments ! now for ever fled! 
 
 Ye go, ye happy few, beloved friends, 
 But me, Hope's prisoner, ye leave behind ! 
 How gladly would ye take my willing hand, 
 And lead me to the Temple of my God, 
 And I with joy obey ! but — pain forbids. — 
 My heart alone goes with you ; while my frame 
 Waits for its promis'd Rest in happier clime. 
 
 Go ye, beloved ! seize the present hour ! 
 And while health mantles on your cheeks, 
 Lay up the word of life ! The time may come 
 Twill serve yon as a balm from mem'ry's store ; 
 And when denied, like me, the means of grace, 
 The retrospect may prove its pow'r to sooth. 
 
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 98 
 
 What depths of Wisdom lie beneath the stroke 
 That Love ordains to bring my spirit low ! 
 And though my sorrows oft are multiplied, 
 I w r ould not, if I might, change my estate 
 For health unsanctified, for princely -wealth, 
 Or all the fancied joys that earth can boast. 
 
 'Tis good to be afflicted, and to feel 
 Paternal tenderness direct the rod, 
 Chastening the Child He ceases not to love ; 
 While He alone enables me to bear 
 The measur'd stroke that His own hand inflicts, 
 Sending a sacred calm into my breast, 
 And owns Himself my Father and my God! 
 
 July 2, 1809.
 
 99 
 
 MUSINGS AT MIDNIGHT, 
 
 ON THE BANKS OF THE RIVER CROUCH. 
 
 I wake; and waking, climb night's radiant scale." 
 
 YOUNG. 
 
 Sweet, solemn ho\ir ! how oft at thy return 
 I've waking hail'd thee ! and when all around 
 Beneath this roof recline their wearied heads, 
 And sweetly slumber out the night, do I 
 My solitary, pleasing vigils keep. 
 
 Now silence reigns o'er all the darken'd earth, 
 And, by th' expressive stillness she commands, 
 Gives midnight audience to the works of God ! 
 Creatures, tho' dumb, that have " a teaching voice," 
 And well instruct whom He makes wise to learn. 
 In this so grave an hour, all Nature seems 
 One universal organ, form'd to hear 
 The gentlest sigh of winds, or rippling waves, 
 Or the enchanting songstress of the night ; — 
 Alike harmonious in the ear of him 
 Whose heart is tun'd to plaintive melodies. — 
 In such an hour, inraptur'd I behold 
 The silver moon glide placidly along 
 High heav'ns ethereal vault ; and, 'midst the stars, 
 Reflect her image on the smooth expanse 
 Of Crouch's breast serene ! 
 
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 100 
 
 " River unknown to song" — inferior Crouch ! 
 Thy name, though inharmonious, is endcar'd 
 By num'rous incidents of youthful days 
 That bind to local scenes, no matter where 
 The tender bud of Intellect shot forth. 
 
 The hour draws nigh I shall no more survey, 
 In meditative mood, thy lovely views; 
 So much, so long endcar'd ! This chamber, then, 
 Where the first breath I drew, and since have pass'd 
 So many painful, many pleasing hours, 
 Must for a while retain my breathless corse, 
 Or ere it take its lodgment in the tomb ! 
 But thou wilt still glide softly on, sweet stream, 
 And bathe my native village' much lov'd banks ; 
 Alike unconscious of the joys you gave, 
 As of their sorrows which thou canst not share. 
 
 Ah ! then no more upon thy marge I view 
 The distant shore; or, with increas'd delight, 
 The azure-tinted sky, bespangled o'er — 
 Grand dome ! Almighty workmanship ! Immense ! 
 But, in celestial regions, crown'd with light, 
 With Immortality and Glory crown'd, 
 I shall for ever see their Maker's Face, 
 And — in His uncreated Beauty shine ! 
 
 July 6, 1809.
 
 101 
 
 HOME. 
 
 " Dear lovely bow'rs of innocence and ease, 
 Seats of my youth when ev'ry sport could please." 
 
 GOLDSMITH. 
 
 Hail, sacred spot upon this spacious earth, 
 So much endear'd that I would never roam ! 
 
 Place of my first, and of my second birth, 
 My parents' habitation, and — my Home ! 
 
 Within thy walls domestic joys are found ; 
 
 (Joys I have learn'd full dearly how to prize) 
 Beloved kindred compass me around, 
 
 And as I view them tears bedim my eyes ; 
 
 Grateful memorials to Him, who gave 
 
 Such Parents, Friends, and all inferior things; 
 
 With these immur'd, I would not, might I have 
 The richest sceptre sway'd by earthly kings. 
 
 And though our names no earthly titles grace, 
 Nor at our board do pamper'd lacquies wait, 
 
 We boast a kingdom — are of heav'nly race — 
 And Angels serve us in our humble state ! 
 
 Aug. 1, 1809.
 
 102 
 
 TO 
 
 MY DEAR LITTLE MOTHERLESS NEPHEWS, 
 
 I, AND W. S. 
 
 "Delightful task ! to rear the tender thought, 
 
 To teach the young idea how to shoot." Thomson. 
 
 " Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth, while the 
 evil days come not, nor the years draw nigh, when thou shalt 
 say, I have no pleasure i?i them." 
 
 Those pretty cheeks must one day fade, 
 And underneath the turf be laid 
 
 Where your dear mother sleeps ! 
 Those active limbs must cold become, 
 And the dark grave must be your home, 
 
 O'er which the tempest sweeps ! 
 
 Suppose, my dearest little boys, 
 You for a while lay by your toys, 
 
 And think on better things ! 
 Receive the truths that I relate, 
 And, should they have their proper weight, 
 
 You'll happier be than kings.
 
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 In early youth remember God! 
 
 And take the path the Saints have trod, 
 
 And never tell a lie ; 
 Nor steal, nor take God's name in vain, 
 Nor dare the Sabbath-day profane ; 
 
 Remember — you must die ! 
 
 Take the advice which now I give, 
 For, after death, your souls must live 
 
 In happiness or pain ; 
 Not for another hour, or day, 
 But longer far than I can say : 
 
 I'd have you this retain. 
 
 The Bible is God's holy word, 
 To be above all books preferr'd 
 
 And reverene'd by you : 
 It tells you how to live and die, 
 And points to happiness on high : 
 
 Do, then, that path pursue. 
 
 And when you hear the good man preach 
 Listen attentive to his speech, 
 
 And pray to God to bless ; 
 That God, who hears the Infant's pray'r, 
 Would give you of His Grace a share, 
 
 And both your hearts impress !
 
 104 
 
 You hear of Jesus, and you read 
 How He came down on earth to bleed 
 
 For sinners, such as you ; 
 Think of His goodness then, and pray 
 To be directed in the wav 
 
 90 
 
 That leads to glory too. 
 
 You read of wicked little boys, 
 AVho did " the man of God" despise, 
 
 And were devour'd by bears ! 
 Of Ananias and his wife, 
 Who told a lie, and lost their life ! 
 "In Scripture this appears. 
 
 Of good young king Josiah too, 
 You read ; his steps may you pursue, 
 
 And serve the Lord as well : 
 Of Jesus — once a child like you, 
 Of what He said, and came to do, 
 
 To save our souls from hell. 
 
 You read, He took the infant race 
 Into his arms, and deign'd to bless 
 
 All whom their parents brought : 
 Inviting " little ones" to come 
 To Him, whose bosom is the home 
 
 Of all who Him have sought.
 
 105 
 
 Which way d'ye choose ? The good, I trust ! 
 And if you seek the Lord, you must 
 
 Be happy even here ; 
 And after death your souls will rise, 
 To be far happier in the skies, 
 
 And dwell for ever there ! 
 
 Aug. 13, 1809.
 
 100 
 
 TO 
 
 MY BROTHER D 
 
 ON THE ANNIVERSARY OF HIS BIRTH, 
 
 1809. 
 
 " All truth shall I relate: nor first can I 
 Myself to be of mortal race deny." 
 
 D ! I greet thee on thy natal day, 
 
 In strains that argue no deceitful lay. 
 
 A Sister's feelings dictate to her pen, 
 
 A Sister, whom thou ne'er may'st see again ! 
 
 So far remov'd — a rolling sea between; 
 
 What vast vicissitudes may intervene! — ■ 
 
 Ere thou again thy native place behold — 
 
 The hand which writes may be for ever cold ! 
 
 We met — we parted — and our last Adieu, 
 If right I augur, was the last for you. 
 Although thy junior, I the first must die ! 
 I see the awful, pleasing hour draw nigh : 
 That hour, in which my sorrows all shall close, 
 And nought disturb this wearied frame's repose. 
 
 O ! may those ties, as dear to thee as life, 
 (Thy interesting children and thy wife,)
 
 107 
 
 Be still a comfort in this vale of tears ; 
 And, after many long and favour'd years 
 Of sweetest intercourse and mutual love, 
 May you depart, to meet in realms above ! 
 Yet, ere I enter on th' eternal rest, 
 My heart presents for you this last request : 
 
 " Hear me, my God ! in falt'ring accents speak, 
 Ere from the prison-clay my spirit break ! 
 O hear and answer my imperfect pray'r, 
 And grant my brother of Thy Grace to share ! 
 Direct his steps, and by Thy counsel guide, 
 Smile on his house, for him and his provide; 
 And may Thy goodness these desires transcend, 
 Almighty Father ! never-failing Friend ! 
 Bless his dear help-meet, and their offspring bless, 
 With all Thy choicest gifts of Pro vidence and Grace!" 
 
 Aug. 19, 1309.
 
 108 
 
 LINES, 
 
 COMPOSED OX READING SOME OF THE POSTHUMOUS 
 FRAGMENTS IN PROSE .AND YEUSE, OF 
 
 .MISS ELIZABETH SMITH. 
 
 Written in Bed, Sep. 7, ISC9. 
 
 "God givcth to man that which is good in his sight, Window, and 
 Knowledge^ and Joy" 
 
 O ! what a Genius sublime 
 Dwelt in that bosom, cold as marble now ! 
 
 Had but those talents been matur'd by time, 
 That lovely form a while escap'd the blow, 
 
 What hadstthou been? but ah ! thy sands are run! 
 
 Imagination's tow'ring flights are o'er! 
 Thy search for wisdom in all tongues is done ; 
 The pen, the pencil, now delight no more ! 
 
 The Hebrew, Greek, the Latin page, 
 No more thy scrutiny invite : 
 French and Italian now have ceas'd to please: 
 Thy genius, elegant and bright : 
 A wonder of our a?c ! 
 Ah ! a\ by did death, so soon, on this fair object seize !
 
 109 
 
 Yet why should I that pow'r arraign, 
 
 Which summon'd her away ! 
 She's now releas'd from sin and pain, 
 
 And joins the heav'nly lay. 
 
 Now her capacious mind 
 Takes in full draughts of knowledge more rcfin'd; 
 And her melodious voice 
 Now with seraphic harmony unites, 
 And all her pow'rs rejoice 
 In pleasures ever new, and rapturous delights ! 
 
 German and Spanish, now are left by thee; 
 
 The Arabic and Persic — both forgot ! 
 Far greater beauties feast thy wond'ring eye, 
 
 Felicity 's thy lot ! 
 
 Thy search is o'er, 
 
 And thou no more 
 Shalt trace the landscape sweet ! 
 
 No more the lawn, 
 
 At early dawn, 
 Invites thy willing feet ! 
 
 Fair Fancy's flight is thine no more, 
 
 Nor the poetic dream : 
 Farewell to all thy classic lore, 
 
 Now Jesus is thy theme !
 
 110 
 
 Thy Heav'n 's begun, 
 Thy Sorrow 's done, 
 
 Thy Tears are wip'd away ; 
 The Lord, thy light, 
 Has chang'd thy night 
 
 To an eternal day ! 
 
 Sep. 7, 1809.
 
 Ill 
 
 RECOLLECTIONS 
 
 IN THE WILDERNESS. 
 
 ADDRESSED TO MY BROTHER AND SISTER J. G. 
 On the Eighth Anniversary of their Wedding. 
 
 " And thou shall remember all the war/ which the Lord thy God 
 hath led thee these forty years in the wilderness." 
 
 Eight years have pass'd ! September conies once more ; 
 
 The pleasing Anniversary's return'd! 
 Have not your bosoms, as you've number'd o'er 
 
 The mercies of those years, with praises burn'd ? 
 
 Methinks I see each lift the grateful heart, 
 While tears of pious joy bedew the cheek; 
 
 And while you feel, what language can't impart, 
 My fancy dictates what your lips would speak : 
 
 " Blest be that hour! when, by the closest bands, 
 
 Our willing hearts united with our hands ! 
 
 Blest be our God, who on our union smil'd! 
 Whose Love is still a boundless deep, 
 Himself our Guard, awake, asleep, 
 
 His sway benignant, and His precepts mild!
 
 112 
 
 O God! our Guide, Protector, Father, Friend! 
 
 With heartfelt gratitude we bow the knee; 
 Accept the thanks which from our hearts ascend, 
 
 The pious praises, due alone to Thee! 
 
 "What, tho' of trials we have had a share! 
 
 What, tho' oppress'd with grief Ave oft have been! 
 Thou never hast refus'd to hear our prav'r, 
 
 Nor left us to ourselves, the world, or sin. 
 
 And tho' we boast no blood, or earth's descent, 
 Nor yet of gold's accumulated store; 
 
 Yet, these privations we will ne'er lament, 
 But gratefully acknowledge we have more! 
 
 Yes! we have more — since Jesus died to save; 
 
 Since He, for us, forsook His seat in bliss; 
 No more than this our Heav'n-born spirits crave, 
 
 And we are happy while assur'd of this. 
 
 If long or short, our lives on earth shall be, 
 If sweet or bitter, our appointed cup ; 
 
 Lord! we would rest with confidence on Thee, 
 And with a Christian firmness drink it up ! 
 
 'Twas thus, for us, our blest Redeemer did; 
 
 Nor would we shrink at trials' dread approach, 
 But do whate'er His holy word has bid, 
 
 And smile at man's unmerited reproach?
 
 113 
 
 Still may this tender, this endearing tie, 
 
 Be honour'd with His soul-enliv'ning smile; 
 
 Still may our hearts be rais'd to Him on high, 
 And hopes of Heav'n our ev'ry care beguile!" 
 
 This, and much more, methinks your lips would speak, 
 And my heart echoes to your pious joy; 
 
 And whilst the tear bedews my care-worn cheek, 
 Pray'rs for your happiness my lips employ. 
 
 Well may i" gratefully with you unite, 
 My tribute of thanksgiving to our God! 
 This day's return doth Memory invite 
 
 To recollect what pain was mine, 
 
 How near my soul was to resign 
 All that is mortal to its last abode. 
 
 But I am spar'd, and live to see 
 
 This day return again; 
 And though affliction cleaves to me, 
 
 A heavy, length'ning chain, 
 
 I still can say, " the Lord is good," 
 
 And worthy to be fear'd; 
 Who, near my side at all times stood; 
 
 In midst of grief appeared ! 
 
 Then, debtors to Grace and to Mercy, we bow, 
 And our joint Eben-ezer erect j 
 
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 114 
 
 Though afflictions and trials we meet with below 
 In that clime of Felicity whither we go 
 No diseases or sorrows affect ! 
 
 The Wife, the Husband, and the Sister there ; 
 The Father and the Mother shall unite, 
 
 In hymns of praise 
 
 Thro' endless days ; 
 
 No sigh, no tear, 
 
 Nor cause of fear, 
 But all is bliss uncloy'd, and permanent delight! 
 
 Sep. 91, 1809.
 
 llf; 
 
 TO MY PEN ; 
 
 ON BEING PROHIBITED ITS USE BY 
 
 1 
 
 MEDICAL FRIENDS. 
 
 " One simple effort more, and then farewell 
 The tuneful cadence and the measur'd strain ! 
 
 J. MARRIOTT. 
 
 Dear Instrument! the dire decree is past, 
 That thou and this afflicted hand must part ! 
 I must relinquish thee : and that employ 
 Which has so often sooth'd my languid mind, 
 Its former strength restor'd, must cease. 
 Yet, ere I quite resign my much lov'd charge, 
 I'd muse upon thy labours, faithful friend, 
 While mem'ry counts the services thou'st done. 
 
 If to my thoughts thou hast not given birth, 
 Full oft hast thou preserv'd their lives from death, 
 And by thy faithful lineaments pourtray'd 
 The joys and sorrows of this anxious breast. 
 Many a pleasing, painful line thou'st writ, 
 Nor yet refus'd thine aid when duty call'd. 
 And when on wings of faith, my quicken'd soul 
 Hath been upborne towards her native skies, 
 Thou hast my purest joys on earth describ'd ; 
 Nor faithless prov'd when mighty billows rag'd, 
 And " deep to deep" for sad memorial call'd. 
 
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 116 
 
 But now, the hour is come : — this trembling hand 
 Which guided thee alone, must guide no more! 
 Speak for me when I'm gone, thou fav'rite Plume, 
 And tell all those who now my friendship claim, 
 That in my breast affection never died, 
 Nor languish'd ever ! That, all nature's ties 
 Are closely knit, and all the Relative 
 Inhabits there ! And O ! cease not to tell 
 Of Him, and His inimitable Love, 
 Who gave His equal Son to bleed and die, 
 That all who do believe on Him should live. 
 And, if thou ever wiU say aught of me, 
 Be this the first, the last, of such a song — 
 " Whate'er she was, she was by Grace Divine! 
 
 Oct. 3, 1809.
 
 117 
 
 THOUGHTS 
 
 UPON MY OWN DEPARTURE. 
 
 A FRAGMENT. 
 
 When the earth opens for my narrow bed, 
 And darkness wraps around my lifeless head : 
 When the tear trickles from a Parent's eye, 
 And " dust to dust" concludes the obsequy : 
 When the slow-moving, mournful, sable train 
 Return to their deserted home again, 
 Leaving Eliza in the grave's cold cell, 
 And take a long, a last, a sad farewell — 
 Then will the stormy voy'ge of life be o'er ; 
 The shatter'd vessel gain her destin'd shore ; 
 No more to venture on the boist'rous sea, 
 At anchor safe in immortality ! 
 
 Oct. 1809.
 
 J18 
 RECOLLECTED PLEASURES 
 
 IN EVENING WALKS 
 
 AND SPIRITUAL CONVERSATIONS WITH 
 
 A BELOVED FRIEND. 
 
 A FRAGMENT. 
 
 # # # # # 
 
 Heard the soft murmurs of the glassy wave — 
 Saw the light vessel o'er the surface skim — 
 
 On the lov'd banks that Crouch's waters lave, 
 And all my waken'd mem'ry dwelt on him ! 
 
 For there we walk'd — and in its crystal stream 
 Reflected saw the beauteous azure sky ; 
 
 And by pale Cynthia's mild and silv'ry beam 
 Discours'd of fleeting life, and joys on high. 
 
 But now, no more we take our ev'ning's walk, 
 No summer's ramble can be shar'd by me ; 
 
 No more together on that marge shall talk 
 Thy fond Eliza, lovely youth, with thee ! 
 
 Afflictions dire pervade thy Sister's frame, 
 And thou art dwelling on a distant shore ; 
 
 Yet shall our mutual love remain the same, 
 
 Altho' these pleasures we should share no more. 
 
 Oct. 18C9.
 
 119 
 
 AN 
 
 ADDRESS 
 
 TO THE FAIR SEX. 
 
 " Whose adorning let it not be that outward adorning of plaiting 
 the hair, and of wearing of gold, or of putting on of apparel; 
 but let it be the hidden man of the heart, in that which is not 
 corruptible; even the ornament of a meek and quiet spirit, 
 which is in the sight of God of great price" 
 
 "Beauty is as summer- fruits; which are easy to corrupt, and 
 cannot last." lord bacon. 
 
 Daughters of Albion ! whose fair name 
 Resounds upon the trump of Fame ! 
 Why do ye not the path pursue 
 Which has immortal bloom in view . ? 
 The roses on your cheeks must fade; 
 Those forms must be in darkness laid ; 
 Those brilliant eyes must cease to shine ; 
 Each sweet attraction must decline ; 
 Must perish in the silent tomb, — 
 That house of universal gloom. 
 Mere outward ornament may grace 
 The beauteous or th' expressive face, 
 But beauty and expression join'd 
 Are rivall'd by th' enlighten'd mind.
 
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 That Form, with symmetry so sweet, 
 Where ease and dignity united meet, 
 What were it, did it not enclose 
 A heart that feels for others' woes ? 
 From pride, from sordid passions free, 
 Adorn'd with heav'n-born Charity ! 
 
 Augusta shone, in ev'ry beauty drest, 
 In all that graces woman, but the best. 
 Her form superior, and her fortune great, 
 Inur'd to splendour and to worldly state, 
 Her lovely person all her care engross'd, 
 And those were most belov'd who flatter'd most. 
 Thus was she, when the foe to beauty came, 
 And left no traces ev'n of Beauty's name. 
 That Face — how alter'd ! who admires it note ? 
 None speak of fair Augusta's polish'd brow, 
 Or praise the vermil tincture of her cheek, 
 Or those attractions whereof all could speak. 
 The charm is fled — the gay enchantment's o'er — 
 The Beauty once, is beauteous now no more : 
 And all her traces are to this redue'd, 
 Not what she is, but has for ever lost ! 
 
 Ah ! poor Augusta! is there nought behind ? 
 No sweet resource from an enlighten'd mind ? 
 No ! for she trusted in her Form alone, 
 And plac'd the idol Self upon the throne. 
 She thought Religion was an idle dream, 
 And never spake but Pleasure was her theme ;
 
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 Call'd Learning, useless to a wealthy fair : — 
 
 The pen — the needle — far beneath her care ! 
 
 "Let those," said she, " their lime, their talents spend, 
 
 In writing books and reading what is penn'd, 
 
 Whose want of fortune dooms them to a sphere 
 
 Low as their lot ; — from which I've nought to fear. 
 
 Let such as these be serious and sage, 
 
 Why should I pore for hours upon a page 
 
 Whence nought but melancholy thoughts I gain, 
 
 Of death in prospect, or eternal pain ? 
 
 I love the World, its pleasures, pastimes too, 
 
 Nor can divine why I should these forego 
 
 To please my Maker, as Fanatics say, 
 
 Since God declares ' t' enjoy is to obey !' " — 
 
 Augusta spake : — deceivirg, and deceiv'd 
 By Satan's wiles, and yet wou d be believ'd 
 The only happy in a world like this, 
 Where thousands " grasp their ruin in their bliss." 
 The park, the play-house, ball-room, and parade, 
 The Sunday-rout, the waltz, the masquerade, 
 Were each frequented as the Ton requir'd, 
 Herself the Belle— her life— 1 ' to be admir'd !" 
 'Till dire profusion wasted all her store, 
 And Beauty vanish'd — to return no more. 
 
 Learn then, ye Fair! since wisdom speaks to you, 
 Wealth is deceitful — Beauty is so too ; — 
 And nought of either can we truly find 
 But where the pearl of price dwells in th' cnligh- 
 ten'd mind. 
 
 Oct. 26, 1809.
 
 122 
 
 THE 
 
 GIFT OF FRIENDSHIP. 
 
 ADDRESSED TO 
 
 Mrs. J. S. 
 
 ON HER WEDDING-DAY. 
 
 "The kindest and the happiest pair, 
 
 Will find occasion to forhear; 
 
 And something every day they live 
 
 To pity, and perhaps forgive." cowpek. 
 
 Can I, at Friendship's call, remain supine ? 
 Or silent be when you request a line? 
 Should I not rather pour the votive lay, 
 To greet Sophia on her wedding-day ? 
 Yet, though unskilPd in the poetic art 
 To raise the mind or animate the heart, 
 Sincerity, I'm sure, will deign to guide 
 The willing pen, and o'er my thoughts preside 
 
 What shall I sing ;— Or how begin my lay ! 
 Fain would I strew with blooming flow'rs her way, 
 Or wreath a chaplet for the bridal day. 
 O ! for the spot where vernal blossoms blow, 
 To twine a garland for Sophia's brow 
 
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 No more we see fair nature's carpet spread, 
 November reigns, and all those tints are fled ; 
 Yet Friendship shall for thee its pow'r exert, 
 And Winter's hoary brow to smiling Spring convert. 
 
 'Twere vain to promise you shall taste of joy 
 Pure and unvaried, or without alloy ; 
 No mortal e'er this unmix'd portion prov'd, 
 How much soever valu'd, bless'd, belov'd; 
 Such cares and pains, such vast vicissitude, 
 'Midst ev'ry scene in this frail life intrude. 
 The theme is painful, yet I dare not say 
 Sophia's shall be one unclouded day ; 
 That no rude storm shall interrupt her peace, 
 Nor that her joys shall with her cares increase. 
 It may be — and if Friendship's pray'r prevail, 
 For thee shall rise the sweet, th' auspicious gale, 
 To waft serenely o'er life's troubled sea, 
 And all a Friend should wish, I'll wish for thee ! 
 
 O! may the God of Heav'n your union bless, 
 And crown your earthly prospects with success ! 
 May His paternal and benignant smile 
 Rest on you both, and all your cares beguile ; 
 Cheer all your day s, and when those day s shall cease 
 Receive your spirits into endless peace ! 
 May no rude storms of passion interpose 
 To grieve the mind, and rob it of repose ; 
 Nor jealousy, with frowning brow severe, 
 Rack the rent heart, or cause the bitter tear:
 
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 But may connubial tenderness aspire 
 To guard affection while it fans the fire, 
 By ev'ry effort which th' enlighten'd mind 
 Inculcates, lovely, elegant, refin'd. 
 
 Look up to God ! He will direct your way, 
 Bless you through life— and on th' appointed day 
 Consummate all your joys, where joys shall ne'er 
 decay. 
 
 Nov. 14, 1809.
 
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 REFLECTIONS 
 
 OX THE CLOSE OF THE YEAR 1809- 
 
 Written in Bed, Dec. 31, 1809. 
 
 " When I consider Thy Heavens, the work of Thy fingers, the Moon 
 and the Stars, which Thou hast ordained ; Lord, What is Man 
 tliat Thou art mindful of him ? and the Son of Man, that Thou 
 visitest him ?" 
 
 " So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto 
 Wisdom." 
 
 Once more December's latest day is come, 
 And in a few short hours winds up the year, 
 With all its mercies, comforts, sins, and pains ! 
 
 Again I take the retrospective glance, 
 And of myself inquire, What have I been 
 Throughout another stage of mortal life ? 
 " A cumb'rer of the ground" my conscious heart 
 Makes full acknowledgment, as she perceives 
 How oft the voice of Mercy has proclaim'd 
 " Spare it another year !" The sword of Death 
 Has hung suspended by a single hair ; 
 Fevers, and palsies, and diseases dire 
 Invading this weak frame, as if to rend 
 At once those links that soul and body join,
 
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 "O! what a complicate machine is Man!*' 
 Often I seem, as if each trifling blast 
 These particles of earth would decompose, 
 And let th' ethereal Inmate go in peace ! 
 Full oft again, a wonder to myself 
 I stand ; to those a greater wonder still, 
 Whose eyes of love have seen a frame so frail 
 Th' excesses of corporeal pains endure; 
 And, from the depths of imbecility, 
 Arise once more to cheer them with a smile ! 
 
 O ! inexhausted source of good to man ! 
 'Tis from thy gracious bounty, infinite, 
 Thy creatures' mercies in succession flow; 
 Oft unacknowledg'd, and unheeded too ! 
 But ah ! my Heart ! canst thou conclude the year, 
 Another year of blessings numberless, 
 Without thy fervent gratitude to Hirn, 
 Who, while He metes the Heavens with a span 
 And weighs stupendous mountains in the scales, 
 By weight or measure deals thy daily lot, 
 Nor d'sdains to guard thee with a Father's care! 
 
 Great God ! forgive my past unthankfulness, 
 If, when Thy gracious Hand has shower'd down 
 Blessings unnumber'd upon me and mine, 
 I have with an indifference beheld 
 The glorious Giver, or not priz'd His gifts! 
 O ! from this hour, might I — made wise to learn — 
 See and enjoy Thee in Thy mercies giv'n, 
 And ev'n withdrawn, still 'view them all in Tiiee ; 
 Waiting the moment Wisdom has ordain'd
 
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 T' unseal the Fountain to my thirsty soul, 
 Whence all my peace, and joy, and life, I draw ! 
 That, should Thy Mercy spare another year 
 The " bush on fire," by Thee kept unconsum'd, 
 The retrospect may be with praises crown'd. 
 
 Give me, my God, that heav'nly calm of soul 
 Thy Grace imparts to Thy tried Family ; 
 That, if it please Thee I should suffer still, 
 I may confide in Thine unchanging word, 
 Cast all my care on Thee, and daily learn 
 To do and suffer all Thy righteous will. 
 O speak with energy divine, " Fear not! 
 " I will be with thee in the Fires, the Floods ; 
 " And all thy path-way shall My Presence cheer !" 
 
 My Father's God ! O grant supplies of Grace ! 
 My Patience, Lord increase! strengthen my Faith, 
 My Hope invigorate, inflame my Love ! 
 Then shall I bear these storms of lower skies 
 Till all that knows vicissitude shall cease ; 
 Till days, and weeks, and months, andling'ring years, 
 With all our little measurements of Time 
 Shall be for ever lost, in one eternal day ! 
 
 Dec. 31, 1809.
 
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 TO MY FAMILY ; 
 
 ON NEW YEAR'S DAY, 18 10. 
 
 " Hitherto hath the Lord helped us." 
 
 January comes again, 
 Bringing blessings in its train ; 
 Life preserv'd, and mental pow'rs, 
 Food, and home, and peace are ours 
 All that 's needful we possess, 
 Mercies qreat and numberless. 
 
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 Come, let us kneel, and kneeling, sing 
 All praise to God, our gracious King! 
 Shall we not lift the grateful voice, 
 And all within us now rejoice ! 
 Yes, we will bow before His throne, 
 And there His ev'ry favour own ; 
 With Pray'r and Praise we will record 
 The loving-kindness of the Lord. 
 
 Jehovah! Sov'reign Lord of heav'n and earth! 
 
 August, magnificent, and awful name ! 
 Rais'd from the dust, to Thee we owe our birth, 
 
 And this bright spark of intellectual flame !
 
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 O ! had not Sin Thine Image fair defac'd, 
 Nor our first Father dar'd transgress Thy will 
 
 When in that blissful garden he was plac'd, 
 This lower world had been an Eden still ! 
 
 But he the mound o'erieap'd, and to our cost 
 Ate of the fruit Thy wisdom had forbade ; 
 
 So were the Blessing and the Glory lost, 
 
 Till Thine own Son, with blood, the Ransome paid. 
 
 Pleading His merits, see, before Thy Face, 
 
 A praying Family together bow ; 
 Pour out on each a fresh supply of grace, 
 
 An earnest give, of Heav'n begun below. 
 
 Thy Rod we've felt — Thy Mercy, how much more! 
 
 In the past year we now have liv'd to close ; 
 Thee, sinners' Friend and Guide, we would adore, 
 
 And own Thy bounty, whence each blessing flows. 
 
 A needy few ! we still require Thine aid, 
 To help us onward through a life of care ; 
 
 We need Thy grace, to trust what thou hast said 
 And lean on Him, who does our sorrows, share. 
 
 Lord ! we are laden with a sense of guilt ; 
 
 Our hearts perversely lead us oft astray ; 
 We flee to Thee, thro' Him whose blood was spilt, 
 
 To cleanse our souls, and wash their stains away. 
 
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 Our good thou'st been through ev'ry passing year ; 
 
 Thy Mercies hitherto our lives have crown'd : 
 Still guide and guard us while we sojourn here, 
 
 Till in Thy kingdom we 're together found. 
 
 With mutual pleasure shall we then count o'er 
 Each gift receiv'd, but on Him chiefly dwell, 
 
 Who brought us safely to that blissful shore, 
 To praise His name who "hath done all things well." 
 
 Jan. 1, 1810.
 
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 TO 
 THE RESPECTED MEMORY OF 
 
 SUSAN R * * * 
 
 AN AFFECTIONATE FEMALE SERVANT, 
 WHO DIED IN THE SERVICE OF THE AUTHOR'S FAMILY, 
 
 JAN. 7, 1810. 
 IN THE 19TH YEAR OF HER AGE. 
 
 " The memory of the just is blessed.'' 
 
 And are those blooming cheeks so pale 
 Which Health's own roses late did grace ? 
 
 And does the keen, the wintry gale 
 Sweep o'er thy narrow resting-place ? 
 
 Could we have thought that, cold in death 
 Thy youthful form would now be laid ; 
 
 Disease would stop so soon the breath 
 Of thee, the cheerful Village-maid ? 
 
 Had eighteen Summers only roll'd 
 
 When we were calPd to mourn thy loss ? 
 
 We hop'd that bloom thou long wouldst hold- 
 But now thou art a breathless corpse. 
 
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 Could human foresight e'er have thought, 
 (With cheeks so florid, health so free,) 
 
 That thou wouldst now to dust be brought ? 
 That now the turf would cover thee ? 
 
 O Susan ! though thy lot was low, 
 
 And thou by service gain'dst thy bread, 
 
 Affection's tear for thee shall flow, 
 And o'er thy faults its mantle spread. 
 
 My heart shall treasure up with care 
 The love which thou to me hast shewn ; 
 
 And thou shalt have a tablet there, 
 More firm than monumental stone. 
 
 Oft at thy name shall feelings wake, 
 And pour the soft, the pensive sigh; 
 
 Till that weak ligament shall break 
 Which keeps my spirit from the sky. 
 
 There shall I join my humble friend, 
 (For there shall no distinctions be,) 
 
 Both at our Saviour's feet shall bend, 
 Thy "Betsy," lovely maid, with thee. 
 
 Adieu, dear Susan! for thy soul 
 Now tastes of happiness supreme; 
 
 And, whilst eternal ages roll, 
 
 On thee shall light immortal beam.
 
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 O Spirit pure ! if from thy seat 
 
 Thou now mightst charm my list'ning ear, 
 With sounds so ravishingly sweet 
 
 As wake to rapture those who hear, 
 
 Thou couldst a wondrous tale unfold 
 Of blood-bought happiness and peace ; 
 
 Of pavements bright as purest gold, 
 Of joys which never, never cease: 
 
 Of Forms ethereal, who, like thee, 
 The slipp'ry part of youth had trod, 
 
 But now, from earth and sin set free, 
 Behold their Saviour and their God. 
 
 Thou wert my Pupil while below, 
 
 But now thy knowledge mine exceeds ; 
 
 I hail thee my Superior now ; 
 
 Thy mind no earthly Teacher needs. 
 
 Now thou look'st down upon the earth, 
 And haply, if thy mind may dwell 
 
 On this thy place of second birth, 
 
 Thy soul can sweetly say, " 'twas well!" 
 
 'T was well for me that I was led 
 
 To seek a situation there ; 
 'T was there I heard that Jesus bled, 
 
 To save from ruin and despair.
 
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 Then, then methinks, I see thee fall 
 Anew at thy Redeemer's feet, 
 
 And hear thee " crown Him Lord of all/' 
 The Author of thy bliss complete. 
 
 Weak were the instruments — but Grace, 
 All-conq'ring, bid the darkness flee; 
 
 And now 't is thine to see the face 
 Of Him who set the pris'ner free. 
 
 All hail! Thou great, incarnate Lord! 
 
 Victorious ride Thy foes among ; 
 Gird on Thy thigh Thy polish'd sword, 
 
 To conquer Death and Hell be strong. 
 
 Bring in Thy myriads! let Thy fame 
 Be published through the world around, 
 
 Till all shall know Thy glorious Name, 
 And taste Salvation in the sound. 
 
 Jan. 13, 1810.
 
 135 
 
 ELIZABETH-SARAH, 
 
 TO 
 
 SARAH-JANE : 
 
 AN OFFERING OF GRATITUDE, 
 ON THE ClST ANNIVERSARY OF HER BIRTH. 
 
 Sweetest, mildest, gentlest Fair! 
 Frequent subject of my pray'r ! 
 Oft thy tenderness has brought 
 Real pleasure to my thought. 
 Thou my sorrows dost beguile 
 With thy soft, thy constant smile : 
 O that I could frame for thee 
 Lines of sweetest melody, 
 That would on this well-known day, 
 All my heart's fond wishes say ! 
 
 Take the tribute of my pen, 
 Now this season 's come again. 
 'T is thy Sister, gentle nurse, 
 Tries thy cares to reimburse ; 
 And presents the artless lay 
 On her Sarah's natal day. 
 
 Should I of thy merits tell, 
 Where I always love to dwell, 
 Thou wouldst modestly reprove 
 This essay of grateful love.
 
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 ! might this fond, this conscious heart, 
 All that it feels to thee impart, 
 
 It would tell — with how great pleasure ! — 
 
 1 have found in thee a treasure ! 
 
 But thou from praise dost always shrink, 
 If only whisper'd — yet I think 
 Were I depriv'd of thee, my mind 
 In vain would seek thy peer to find. 
 
 O ! could it be, that thou shouldst cease, 
 As now, my comforts to increase ; 
 Shouldst intermit thy long-known care, 
 Sure 'twere a grief I could not bear ! 
 It cannot be ! the bond is strong 
 That's bound our hearts so firm, so loner; 
 
 And not ev'n Death shall disunite, 
 Or tear us from each other's sight, 
 
 But for a little space between — 
 
 (Say a few years may intervene,) 
 
 Mean while our mutual love shall last 
 
 Till both the darken'd flood have pass'd; 
 
 Till both have 'scap'd the stormy sea, 
 
 And enter'd on Eternity! 
 
 Dare I presume ? the thought is bold ! 
 Perhaps, departed, I might hold 
 A sweet communion with my Jane! 
 
 Might I ? or is the fancy vain ? — 
 
 Sure, to look down upon that face, 
 
 From heav'n, my soul's blest dwelling-place,-
 
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 Sure, to remember all the care 
 Which I, on earth, was wont to share ; 
 To recollect that constancy, 
 (Still faithful as thou wert to me :) 
 Of Heav'n a joy well worthy were, 
 Nor could its highest bliss impair. 
 
 But ah ! my weak and grov'ling mind, 
 While in this tenement confin'd, 
 Clings to its comforts, knows not how 
 To let its earthly treasures go ! 
 And often, with a fair pretence, 
 Weighs heav'nly bliss in scales of sense ! 
 As if aught wanting there would be 
 In that sweet day of Jubilee ; 
 Or we should e'er a vac'um mourn 
 When we on earth no more sojourn! — 
 — Whate'er these thoughts, still glows the hope, 
 That when from earth our souls elope, 
 Refin'd, exalted, glorified, 
 Nought shall our union then divide. 
 
 May peace, may life, may health be thine ! 
 May all that 's lovely in thee shine ; 
 May Grace preserve thy youthful feet 
 From paths where sin and sorrow meet ; 
 From Satan, and that flood of woes 
 That from a course of folly flows ! 
 May "the good Spirit" be thy guide, 
 And o'er thy ev'ry step preside!
 
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 The Scripture still thy pole-star be, 
 
 Which points to true felicity ; 
 
 Thy rod and staff, which shall not fail 
 
 When thou shalt pass the gloomy vale, 
 Till thou, in heav'n, shalt j oin the blood-bought train, 
 And meet thy much lov'd family again. 
 
 Jan. 21, 1810.
 
 139 
 
 LINES 
 
 WRITTEN FOR MY NEPHEW 
 
 W, J, G, S, 
 
 TO RECITE BEFORE HIS UNCLE AND AUNT 
 
 J, G. 
 ON THE DAY HE WAS 7 YEARS OF AGE. 
 
 Uncle and Aunt, I come to pay 
 My grateful thanks to you to-day, 
 
 And hope } r ou'll not refuse 
 T' accept your William's gratitude 
 For all your kind solicitude, 
 
 And ev'ry fault excuse. 
 
 An orphan-child! — how good was God 
 To fix my permanent abode 
 
 Beneath your tender eye ! 
 Might I but live, I hope to prove 
 I'm not unconscious of your love, 
 
 But feel it sensibly. 
 
 Four years I've liv'd beneath your roof, 
 And had full many a tender proof 
 
 Of fond, paternal care ; 
 With you I've found a happy home, 
 And now I'm seven years old, am come, 
 
 With joy my thanks to bear.
 
 MO 
 
 Uncle and Aunt, accept the verse 
 With which I try to reimburse, 
 
 At least, some little part, 
 Of all the kindness I've receiv'd, 
 And still desire to be believ'd, 
 
 Yours, with a grateful heart. 
 
 Jan. 25, 1810.
 
 141 
 
 THE 
 
 TIES OF NATURE: 
 
 OR 
 THE STRENGTH OF FILIAL AFFECTION. 
 
 Written on the occasion of a neighbour's child, when about 12 months 
 old, crying to go to his mother as she lay a corpse, falling asleep 
 upon being placed by her side, and crying exceedingly when he was 
 removed. 
 
 Sweet little babe ! and does the charm 
 Of filial love so strongly shine, 
 
 That thou canst press, and fear no harm, 
 Thy mother's breathless lips with thine? 
 
 Does Death wear no repulsive face 
 To fright thy infant-mind away ? 
 
 Canst thou her clay-cold corpse embrace, 
 And shew no symptom of dismay ? 
 
 Yes ! thou canst view, and sweetly sleep 
 On that once warm maternal breast ; 
 
 'Tis nature teaches thee to weep 
 
 When they attempt to break thy rest. 
 
 Sweet infant-boy ! how true thy grief, 
 Tho' thou canst lisp no mother's name ; 
 
 To thee, of tend'rest ties the chief, 
 And even Death avows thy claim ! 
 
 Feb. 1810.
 
 142 
 
 THE 
 
 GRATEFUL MEMORIAL: 
 
 WRITTEN 
 
 IN RENEWED REMEMBRANCE OF THE 
 
 AFFECTIONATE SERVICES 
 
 OF A YOUTHFUL FEMALE SERVANT DECEASED.* 
 
 " The voice said, Cry. And he said, What shall I cry ? All flesh 
 is grass, and all the goodliness thereof is as the flower of the 
 field : — the g7*ass withereth, the flower fudcth : but the word 
 of our God shall stand for ever." 
 
 What is Life ? a transient vapour, 
 
 Vanishing as it refines : 
 What is Health ? a glimm'ring taper, 
 
 That expires ev'n while it shines. 
 
 What is Beauty? but a rlow'ret, 
 Often wither'd ere full-blown ; 
 
 Storms hang ready to devour it, 
 Sickness brings the blossom down. 
 
 'Twas but late I saw her living, 
 Blooming, lovely, young, and fair; 
 
 Comfort to my heart oft giving, 
 By her kind, assiduous care. 
 
 * See Page 13!.
 
 143 
 
 J, enervated and ailing ; 
 
 She, a healthy, smiling maid; 
 Now her loss I am bewailing — 
 
 Susan 's wrapp'd in death's cold shade ! 
 
 Dare we call His ways in question? 
 
 Or arraign our Maker's will ? 
 Hence! the impious suggestion, 
 
 Let our rebel-hearts be still. 
 
 Thou hast cropp'd this beauteous flower, 
 Brought its glory to the ground; 
 
 Yet, while we behold Thy Power, 
 Mercy in the stroke is found. 
 
 Thou, from trials and temptations, 
 Hast remov'd our Friend away ; 
 
 Suffer not our vile impatience 
 To dispute Thy sov'reign sway. 
 
 May the lesson that was sent us 
 In her sweet and peaceful end, 
 
 Serve to comfort and content us, 
 And our hearts to duty bend. 
 
 Susa)i died to go where sorrow, 
 Pain and sickness find no place : 
 
 While below we're mourning for her, 
 (Monument of saving grace !)
 
 144 
 
 She to Glory has ascended, 
 
 Views the Lamb which once was slain ; 
 Tastes the bliss for His intended, 
 
 Purified from ev'ry stain. 
 
 Yet, to think how once I knew her, 
 Faithful, tender, watchful, kind ; 
 
 Knits my heart more closely to her, 
 As her worth I call to mind. 
 
 Grew I worse ? my Sitscui felt it, 
 Tears of sorrow dimm'd her eye ; 
 
 Or complain'd ? her heart was melted, 
 All her pleasure was gone by. # 
 
 Dearest, tend'rest, kindest servant ! 
 
 On thy mem'ry still I dwell : 
 Still for thee my love is fervent, 
 
 Thine to me I often tell. 
 
 Farewell ! let me cease repining, 
 
 Bow and kiss a Father's rod; 
 Since above, dear girl, thou'rt shining, 
 
 " In the City of our God !" 
 
 Feb. 1C, 1810. 
 
 * Alluding to her frequent expressions when the Author 
 had been very ill, and was recovering : " Ah ! Miss Betsy ! 
 when you are worse, all my pleasure is gone by !"
 
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 REFLECTIONS 
 
 ON MY BIRTH-DAY. 
 
 " I live, once more to see the day 
 
 That brought me first to light ; 
 Lord ! teach my willing heart the way 
 
 To read Thy mercies right." j. Marriott. 
 
 " All my times are in Thy hand." 
 
 Wandering Pilgrim in this world of woe, 
 Where tempests ho wl, and low'ring skies appear! 
 
 Through thorns and briers 't is thy lot to go : 
 Pilgrims have " no abiding city here !" 
 
 This day thou numb'rest three-and-twenty years 
 In this poor tott'ring tenement of clay : 
 
 Methinks the date, tho' short, too long appears 
 To find thee still no farther on thy way. 
 
 The road I know, and yet my my loit'ring feet, 
 (Slow-footed coursers in the heav'nly race,) 
 Too oft relax, when they should mend their pace 
 To reach the promis'd land, the Paradise of bliss ! 
 
 How humbling is the faithful voice of Truth, 
 That I have doz'd away my precious time ! 
 Vainly employ'd the bloom of early youth 
 In seeking earthly joys, for joys of Ileav'n sublime! 
 
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 Mercies neglected ; means of Grace not priz'd ; 
 
 Duties undone, or carelessly perform'd, 
 Add to the sins this heart hath oft devis'd, 
 
 Add to the sorrows that from sin have swarm'd. 
 
 A house of idols is this bosom found, 
 By Thy all-searching, omnipresent eye ; 
 
 A field, where thorns and thistles still abound, 
 Drinking the rain and dew ungratefully. 
 
 Yet would the wand'rer leave her devious way, 
 And ask forgiveness for the sinful past ; 
 And from Thy stores, immeasurably vast, 
 Entreat the gracious boon, on this her natal day. 
 
 Can I be happy when Thy Face is veil'd ? 
 Can I rejoice to see this morning dawn ? 
 If smiles, that us'd to cheer, be now withdrawn, 
 And fellowship with Thee be from my soul withheld ? 
 
 My Father ! no : all guilty as I am, 
 No peace or consolation can I find 
 To cheer this weak, this tempest-tossed mind, 
 But in Thy Love and Grace, flowing thro' Calv'ry's 
 Lamb. 
 
 March 12, 1810.
 
 147 
 
 TO 
 MY DEAR BROTHER AND SISTER 
 
 T, S, G, 
 
 ON BEHOLDING THEIR CHILDREN. 
 
 " Thy children shall be like olive plants round about thy table." 
 
 See the young Plants in sweet succession spring, 
 And round the Stem with fond affection cling: ' 
 O ! lovely sight ! when human saplings rise, 
 United to the root by tend'rest ties ; 
 Cleaving more close than ivy to the oak, 
 Scarce to be sever'd unless both be broke. 
 
 Sweet little Plants ! each op'ning day reveals 
 Some novel charm that on affection steals ; 
 Some fresh attraction, or some winning grace, 
 In height, in form, in intellect, or face. 
 
 Nov. 1810. 
 
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 148 
 
 MIDNIGHT MUSINGS. 
 
 " Tn vain Thy creatures testify of Thee 
 
 Till Thou proclaim Thyself." cowper. 
 
 " T meditate on Thee in the night-watches." 
 
 How loves my heart, at midnight's solemn hour, 
 To listen to the sighing sound of winds, 
 With mournful cadence dying on the ear ! 
 Well suit such hollow notes my pensive mind, 
 Waking to sympathy the troubled soul. 
 
 Luxurious sounds ! how do they charm my ear, 
 As billows foam, dash on the shore and die ! 
 Oft have I listen'd to these melodies, 
 And found my own storm-tossed spirit sooth'd, 
 As 'midst the roar of winds and din of waves 
 I've heard their Ruler ! forth th' unconscious sigh 
 To heav'n has flown, wing'd with a pleasing pain, 
 While tears spontaneous have bedew'd my cheek, 
 Expressing, though in silence, God's high praise; 
 For — this august, this glorious Being 's mine ! 
 A worm of dust claims kin with Deity, 
 And dares to call th' Almighty, her own God ! 
 Yea, more! to call Him Father, Husband, Friend!
 
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 And art Thou mine, Jehovah? Lord of Worlds 
 Unnumber'd, unexplor'd ! Father of Lights ! 
 Eternal King! Beginning, Middle, End, 
 Great All in All, and All in every part ! 
 How swells my heart to be assur'd by Thee 
 Of this unquestion'd, blissful certainty ! 
 
 And is H f. mine, whom Seraphim obey, 
 And all created Essences adore ? 
 Before whose Face angelic myriads bend, 
 Veil their bright forms, and stand inwrapt 
 In awful adoration ? Is He mine? 
 — I answer trembling, yet with confidence 
 Grounded on TRUTH— "He who the winds 
 Holds in His fists, and rules the mighty waves ; 
 Whose thunder earth's remotest caverns hear, 
 And at whose footstool all Creation bows" — 
 Yes! this great Incomprehensible is mine: 
 And, in Christ Jesus, mine for evermore! 
 
 Feb. 10, 1811.
 
 J 50 
 
 A 
 
 SISTER'S RECOLLECTED KINDNESS 
 
 OF HER BROTHER, MINISTER, 
 AND FRIEND. 
 
 " I remember thy kindness." 
 
 Immur'd, secluded, lone, exil'd, 
 
 With health departed, mind oppress'd ; 
 
 Oft in rny solitude I've smil'd 
 
 When you, dear Friend, have been my guest. 
 
 'T was your's to point to fairer Lands, 
 A\ here sin and pain can find no place; 
 
 And your's to help unloose the bands 
 That kept my tortur'd mind from peace. 
 
 Come memory ! again retrace 
 
 Those scenes of mingled light and shade ; 
 Thou know'st they occupy a space 
 
 Where thou hast all thy records laid. 
 
 Nor shall oblivion e'er invest, 
 
 Or raze those deep-wrought registers ; 
 
 Still shall they dwell within my breast, 
 In fairest, brightest characters.
 
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 Yes ! while this languid pulse shall beat, 
 And aught terrestrial please my mind, 
 
 Your tenderness shall ever meet 
 A love as cordial as refin'd. 
 
 For we are bound by other ties 
 
 Than those mere human kindred know ; 
 'T is Love divine the cord supplies, 
 And bids such sweet affection flow : 
 Love, that shall last when Time shall cease to be, 
 And glow in Heav'n to all Eternity ! 
 
 Nov. 20, 1811.
 
 152 
 
 ODE. 
 TO MY SISTER'S BIRD; 
 
 WHICH THE AUTHOR HEARD SINGING AS SHE 
 LAY ILL IN BED. 
 
 1. 
 
 Sweet Songster! thou canst dress thy plumy coat, 
 And spring from perch to perch so merrily ; 
 A\ ith softest melody distend thy throat, 
 As if unconscious that thou art not free, 
 
 1 et dost thou not, sweet bird, love liberty! 
 Art thou contented in thy narrow sphere ? 
 Methinks imprisonment 's no grief to thee; 
 Durance, so hard to man, so cheerful thou canst bear! 
 
 3. 
 It may be, thou didst never taste the joy 
 Of roving in thine own air unconfin'd ; 
 Ne'er didst thy charming minstrelsy employ 
 Among thy fellows of the feather'd kind : 
 If so — then Liberty ! that magic word, 
 Has not one charm for thee, sweet isolated Bird! 
 
 April QQ, 1812.
 
 153 
 
 REMEMBRANCE OF RURAL WALKS, 
 
 AFTER A LONG CONFINEMENT 
 IN THE CHAMBER OF AFFLICTION. 
 
 Written in Bed, 23rd April, 1812. 
 
 " Acquaint thyself with God, if thou wouldst taste 
 His works." cowper. 
 
 There, where those tiny flow'rs of brightest blue, 
 That help'd to form my simple nosegay, grew : 
 There, where the Crouch 's distant banks were seen, 
 Array'd in various shades of beauteous green : 
 And Canewdon's high tow'r conspicuous rose — 
 'T was there my solitary walk I chose. 
 
 To me, emerg'd from long confinement's gloom, 
 How sweet th' uncultur'd wild flow'r seem'd to bloom ! 
 How sweet the distant landscape, long unseen, 
 The rural path-way, where I oft had been ! 
 There Lonicera twines her fragrant bine, 
 And there, beset with thorns, sweet Eglantine. 
 The White-thorn hanging high her snowy flow'rs, 
 All the wild store which Flora lavish pours, 
 Greeting th' inraptur'd eye ! I seem to see 
 A new Creation rising suddenly.
 
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 Where am I ? Is it Fairy-land ? The air 
 So full of Melodies, the sky so clear, 
 That my rapt spirit almost seems to soar 
 Where pain and sickness shall be felt no more ! 
 
 Ye feather'd choir ! who, from your leafy homes, 
 Welcome the languid wand'rer as she roams : 
 Untutor'd minstrels ! let my heart aspire 
 To hymn with you Creation's bounteous Sire. 
 
 "U here'er I move, which ever way I bend, 
 I trace Thy footsteps, my Almighty Friend ! 
 When, from my casement, I have view'd afar 
 The brilliant moon, and many a radiant star : 
 When, at the midnight-hour, in solemn tone, 
 The winds have rush'd with loud, tempestuous groan : 
 And when, in Autumn, the dread thunders roar, 
 Or the pent clouds a mighty torrent pour — 
 In ev'ry change, terrific or serene, 
 Thy hand, great Sov'reign, I've admiring seen 
 
 April 23, 1812. 
 
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 165 
 
 A 
 
 MEMENTO OF AFFECTION 
 
 FOR MY BROTHER J. 
 
 ON HIS HAVING SUSTAINED THE PASTORAL 
 
 OFFICE TWELVE MONTHS. 
 
 May 1st, 1812. 
 
 "Be thou faithful unto death, and I will give thee a crown of life" 
 
 When late in Tears our little Zion sat, 
 
 Mourning her loss — a faithful Shepherd's care : 
 
 Did you not pity her bereav'd estate, 
 
 And lend your service at the Church's pray'r ? 
 
 You, who have borne with them full many a shock, 
 In adverse as in prosp'rous states the same, 
 
 Do you regret, that, o'er this little Flock, 
 A year ago you took a Pastor's name ? 
 
 Is not that memorable day endear'd, 
 And oft remember'd with a sacred joy, 
 
 When, 'mid the multitude, those few appear'd, 
 To designate you to your new employ ? 
 
 And yet not wholly new ; — long had you toil'd 
 In each department of their little state ; 
 
 Mourn'd, inly mourn'd,atblooming prospects spoil'd, 
 And felt, how keenly ! did their love abate !
 
 Ion- 
 Yes ! you have borne the burden : — you have wept, 
 
 And all can witness to your earnest zeal ; 
 When those who should have watch'd, alas ! have 
 slept, 
 And they have wounded, whose it was to heal ! 
 
 But to the bright side turn we : — there have been 
 Times, (and we praise Him, not so very few — ) 
 
 When rays of light have grac'd the smiling scene, 
 And giv'n new pleasures to the Church and you. 
 
 Well then, I greet you ! and with you implore 
 Those times of sweet refreshing may return; 
 
 When the advancing few, and manv more 
 May, for the common-weal, with ardour burn. 
 
 Shepherd subordinate ! may He, the Head, 
 With His own Spirit's influence attend ; 
 
 On all your labours be His blessing shed, 
 
 My Guide, my Brother, Minister, and Friend! 
 
 May 1, 1812.
 
 157 
 
 THE REQUEST. 
 
 ADDRESSED TO Mr. and Mrs. H. 
 
 ON RECEIVING THE MINIATURE OF THE FORMER, 
 
 Tha Author having previously possessed those of their 
 Son and Daughter. 
 
 The Miser loves his gold, and feels 
 
 A thousand joys arise, 
 When to his well-fill'd bags he steals 
 To feast his longing eyes : — 
 The feeling mind a purer pleasure proves 
 As it contemplates faces which it loves : 
 
 And thus, though distant many a mile, 
 
 The Painter's mimic skill 
 Can o'er the features spread a smile, 
 Our hearts with pleasure fill : — 
 Such magic pow'r thy gift achiev'd 
 When late the portraits we received.
 
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 Nor deem it strange, should we presume 
 
 Another boon to crave, 
 Since to complete our little room 
 Her likeness we would have, 
 Whom, tho' unknown, we 're taught to love, 
 And hope she will our wish approve. 
 
 Dear Madam, should you feel inclin'd 
 
 T' accept th' united plea, 
 What real pleasure shall we find 
 When we those features see ; 
 And thus some good idea gain 
 Of one we've wish'd to know, in vain. 
 
 Consider what our joys would be 
 
 When we the group survey ! 
 The Son's — the Daughter's face we see — 
 The Father's comes to-day : 
 And will the Mother and the Friend, 
 To our request not condescend ? 
 
 Say, dearest Madam, are we rude 
 Thus on your kindness to intrude ? 
 One obligation you confer, 
 A new petition we prefer; 
 Not willing, those whom God hath join'd, 
 Should e'er be sevey'd, but combin'd.
 
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 Beggars, you know, strong pleas will make, 
 And crave a boon for pity's sake ; 
 But we a mental pleasure seek, 
 And this the language that we speak : 
 " If Friendship for the few unknown 
 Inspire your heart, then be it shewn 
 In sending what would give such pleasure, 
 And be esteem'd so great a treasure." 
 
 But oh ! what joys superior should we feel 
 If but in Person we could see you here ! 
 
 Yet even this, our suit would not repeal, 
 
 Nor change the wish for your own miniature. 
 
 May 7, 1812.
 
 160 
 
 TO THE MEMORY 
 
 OF 
 
 Mrs. HANNAH CHAMBERLAIN, 
 
 THE WIFE OF ONE OF THE MISSIONA RIES AT SERAMPORE ; 
 who died at Cutica, in the East Indies, Nov. 14, 1804. 
 
 Occasioned by reading the interesting account of her death, in a 
 letter from the present Dr. Marshman to Mr. Sulcliff, in Vol. III. 
 p. 68. of the Periodical Accounts of the Baptist Mission. 
 
 " The righteous shall be had in everlasting remembrance." 
 
 Heard ye that sigh ? it breath'd from Serampore! 
 The Wife, the Mother, Sister, is no more ! 
 She, to the will of God supreme, resign'd, 
 Cross'd the wide sea, and left her home behind ; 
 Her Father, Mother, Kindred, Country, all — 
 Save one lov'd object. To the heav'nly call 
 Not disobedient ; behold her leave 
 Her native land, to tempt the briny wave, 
 Where soon her first-born finds an early grave ! 
 
 The veil we draw o'er that affecting scene; 
 The feeling mind knows what'such partings mean. 
 Born on the sea, her infant's voyage ends ; 
 The Mother childless — distant from her friends ; 
 Yet is she still supported, and she sees 
 A Father's hand, tho' veil'd in mysteries.
 
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 Yields up her babe, nor at her lot repines, 
 Mourns, but not murmurs, at His wise designs. 
 See her safe landed on a heathen shore ; 
 See, and with her, the Christian's God adore. 
 His God in Christ, in India's fervid clime, 
 Sov'reign of Earth, Air, Sea, Eternity and Time ; 
 
 How shall a stranger tell the mournful tale 
 Fraught with unusual interest ? How paint 
 
 Her blest departure from this tearful vale, 
 The sweet experience of the dying saint I 
 
 Ah, Chamberlain ! for thee, for thee I weep ! 
 
 A widow'd husband ! — motherless thy child ! 
 Methinks I hear thee, when she fell asleep, 
 
 Hear thee address her clay, in accents wild, 
 
 " Speak, my lov'd Hannah! let me hear thy voice! 
 
 Those tones affectionate repeat once more! 
 Oft have they made this anguish'd heart rejoice — 
 
 Speak, dearest woman !" but — the struggle 's o'er!* 
 
 Marshman ! of men most feeling — thou wast there; 
 
 Sure never mourner had a kinder friend ! 
 Such proofs of love, ah! would they were less rare! 
 
 In which the Brother and the Christian blend. 
 
 * See the interesting Narrative before referred to. 
 
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 162 
 
 Oft have these eyes thy tender page bedew'd, 
 And oft these lips pour'd blessings on thy name, 
 
 When, in idea, I that scene have view'd, 
 Which lays to sympathy so strong a claim. 
 
 The Mother now has left her Babe behind, 
 
 And lies at Cutwa, solitary, low : 
 But their blest spirits round the throne have join'd, 
 
 To sing and love — as Angels cannot do ! 
 
 May 13, 1812.
 
 163 
 
 TO 
 
 MY NEPHEW AND NIECE 
 D, and E, 
 
 ON THEIR BIRTH DAY, JUNE 2, 1812: 
 When D, was 4, and E, 3 years of age. 
 
 " That our sons may be as plants grown up in their youth ; that our 
 daughters may be as corner-stones, adorned after the similitude 
 of a palace.'" 
 
 Sweet little Plants ! and shall ye grow 
 
 In bloom and verdure many a year ? 
 And on the mild, the polish'd brow, 
 
 Shall bright intelligence appear ? 
 Shall Dauzie's lovely, lisping tongue, 
 
 In future, eloquently charm ? 
 Will he, the thorns of life among, 
 
 Still pass so steady and so calm ? 
 Shall his blue eye, with gentle ray 
 
 And sympathetic feeling, bend 
 Where mis'ry's sons unheeded lay ? 
 
 And shall the wretched call him friend ? 
 
 Elizabeth ! my name-sake niece, 
 
 What may thy future prospects be ? 
 
 A dweller in the shades of peace, 
 Far from the tents of revelry ? 
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 164 
 
 Or shalt thou, in the hustling Town, 
 
 A noisy habitation find, 
 Where ceaseless hurry up and down 
 
 Distracts and agitates the mind ? 
 Ah ! who can tell ? — the path of life 
 
 Is still with thorns and briers strew 'd ; 
 We travel on, through cares and strife, 
 
 And find it but a rugged road ! 
 
 Yet some there are who elbow through, 
 
 Or pass with rapid steps along ; 
 Unfeeling, and unthinking too, 
 
 As the surrounding, clam'rous throng. 
 But those of gentler minds, full oft, 
 
 Find cause indeed to heave the sigh ; 
 Their feelings are, alas ! too soft 
 
 To bear the half-averted eye. 
 The rude neglect, the rough disdain, 
 
 Or conscious grandeur's haughty frown, 
 These to the tender heart give pain, 
 
 And weigh the meek in spirit down. 
 
 What shall I wish for you, sweet pair? 
 
 That which by me is most preferr'd ? 
 A comfortable dwelling, where 
 
 The sound of tumult is unheard ? 
 But why should J presume to choose, 
 
 Ev'n though your welfare I desire ? 
 What would be best, I might refuse, 
 
 And what would harm you most, require.
 
 165 
 
 Thou know'st, great Arbiter, too well, 
 
 To ask a sinful child of dust ; 
 Choose Thou their lot, their place to dwell, 
 
 Thou ever gracious, wise and just! 
 To Thee we leave what shall await, 
 
 Prosp'rous or adverse, dark or bright ; 
 Only — whatever be their state, 
 
 O may Thy ways be their delight. 
 
 June 2, 1812.
 
 166 
 
 FILIAL EFFUSIONS, 
 
 TO THE 
 
 BELOVED MEMORY OF MY HONOURED 
 
 FATHER, 
 
 WHO EXCHANGED EARTH FOR HEAVEN, 
 JUNE 19, 1815. 
 
 Placidaque ibi demum morte quievit." vir. jek. 
 
 " There, calm at length, he breath'd his soul away." 
 
 O'er the soft scenes of mild domestic joy, 
 
 In which, blest spirit ! thou wert wont, to share, 
 
 My mem'ry wanders ; but the lov'd employ 
 Is almost more than this weak mind can bear. 
 
 Yet still the darling object she pursues, 
 And dwells incessant on the chosen theme : 
 
 A Father's smile in retrospect she views, 
 
 Turns to the present, and, behold — the dream ! 
 
 And art thou fled ? Is that endearing name 
 
 Lost! lost for ever ? Shall that voice no more 
 
 To thy Eliza's room admittance claim, 
 Thine own and her afflictions to deplore ?
 
 167 
 
 And there, secluded, talk of that bright day 
 When palsied limbs and failing eyes give place, 
 To youth eternal and immortal grace ; 
 
 Where " all the former things are pass'd away." 
 
 These colloquies are over : — yet the thought 
 Is with substantial consolation fraught, 
 That thou art happy. — As for me, I wait, 
 Longing to follow to that blissful state, 
 Where the lov'd Sire and his afflicted Child, 
 (No more afflicted and no more exil'd,) 
 Shall meet together in their happier home, 
 Where the sad sounds of parting never come ; 
 And in due time, upon the heav'nly shore, 
 Welcome those lov'd on earth, to separate no more. 
 
 June 25, 1815.
 
 1 68 
 
 A 
 
 MEMORIAL OF GRATITUDE. 
 
 TO MY DEAR SISTER 
 
 S, J, G, 
 
 ON THE ANNIVERSARY OF HER BIRTH, 
 
 JANUARY 22, 1817- 
 
 " She hath done what she could." 
 
 « The warmer efforts of her gentle heart, 
 
 Anxious to please." blair. 
 
 Sharer of all my joy and pain, 
 My other self, my sister Jane ! 
 What tribute, from my willing hand, 
 Does not thy constant care demand ? 
 Thou dost affliction's pillow smooth, 
 And gently oft my bosom sooth 
 When thoughts of past, or present ill, 
 Most painfully that bosom fill. 
 
 Tried, faithful, gen'rous, sympathizing, kind ! 
 Where shall my feelings fit expressions find? 
 How shall my heart its .gratitude express 
 For Ten long years of well-prov'd tenderness?
 
 169 
 
 Those eyes, for me have pour'd forth many a tear? 
 That tongue, has dissipated oft my fear ! 
 Those gentle hands, with what assiduous art 
 Do they, in ev'ry hour, some boon impart ! 
 By them my form is decently array'd ; 
 By them my food is brought, my bed is made ; 
 My cushion soften'd, and my chamber swept, 
 -And all around me comfortable kept. 
 
 If, from thy home, a few short hours thou 'rt gone, 
 Back to my couch has thy idea flown : 
 Thy mind has linger'd near its cherish'd charge, 
 Encag'd at home, and never more at large. 
 But who art thou, Elizabeth ! that still 
 This gen'rous girl those offices should fill ? 
 Great are thy obligations ; is thy worth 
 At all commensurate ? No : not on earth 
 Dwells there a creature, whose deserts and gain 
 So disproportionate, unlike, remain. 
 Yet thou, my Sister ! thou shalt one day know 
 These silent streams did not unnotic'd flow ! 
 Seen, and approv'd, by His omniscient eye, 
 Who watches o'er me as I sufT'ing lie ; 
 Sees all my need, and thy unwearied care 
 Ev'n th' expression of my wish to spare : 
 For thou art skill'd, my Sarah ! skill'd to trace 
 What inward pain depicts upon my face ; 
 Know'st when the light, offensive, wounds my eye ; 
 Feelest the meaning of eaeh lab'ring sigh : 
 Thy busy love waits not for my request, 
 And all thou dost is ever done the best.
 
 170 
 
 Father of Mercies ! lo! I turn to Thee ; 
 Reward her unabated care of me ! 
 Smile sweetly on her ; ever, ever bless ; 
 Sooth Thou her mind in trouble and distress ; 
 Watch o'er her sleeping and her waking hours ; 
 Strengthen her frame, and bless her mental pow'rs. 
 Let Thy good Spirit be her constant guide, 
 And stand a faithful Guardian at her side. 
 Ne'er let the world a fatal conquest gain, 
 ]\or let its foolish joys her bosom stain ; 
 But may she walk, upheld by Grace divine, 
 In those pure, unfrequented paths of Thine, 
 Which, though at present rugged, terminate 
 In a celestial and unchanging state. 
 
 There, when our silent course on earth is run, 
 And all our work of toil and surf 'ring done — 
 There may we meet! and, with eternal joy, 
 For Thee our renovated pow'rs employ ! 
 
 Jan. 22, 1817.
 
 171 
 
 ELEGIAC LINES, 
 
 TO 
 THE BELOVED REMEMBRANCE OF 
 
 A DEAR DEPARTED FATHER AND SISTER. 
 
 " They were lovely and pleasant in their lives, and in their death 
 they were not divided." 
 
 There sweetly slumber in your dusty bed ! 
 There rest serenely with, your kindred dead, 
 My Father ! Sister! — peacefully recline, 
 While thus my hands your mournful wreaths entwine. 
 And yet, ye are not dead! my humble lay 
 Might rather celebrate your natal day. 
 Now ye begin to live: and only now ; 
 Since 'tis a dying life we lead below. 
 Here the companions of our voy'ge we see, 
 S ink one by one into Eternity ; 
 While the rude storms our trembling barks assail, 
 And sorrow meets us on each sighing gale. 
 
 And have ye met ? and has the aged Sire 
 Join'd with his Daughter the seraphic choir : 
 Did Death translate you from a world of woe 
 To climes where joys celestial ceaseless flow ? 
 And has that friendly messenger set free 
 From cumbrous chains, to life and liberty, 
 Your happy spirits ? We will weep no more ; 
 Assur'd of this — vour conflicts now arc o'er.
 
 172 
 
 No more shall chilling hand of Palsy bind, 
 In its benumbing grasp, the weaken'd mind ; 
 Those limbs once active; — that persuasive tongue, 
 On whose sweet sounds our pleas'd attention hung 
 List'ning to be instructed, or obtain 
 One more sweet proof we had not liv'd in vain, 
 But that at home, tho' all the world had frown'd, 
 Sweet peace, with harmony and love were found. 
 
 Now rest their bodies in the narrow cell, 
 Whilst their freed souls in heav'nly union dwell. 
 Partners in tribulation once below — 
 Joint- victors, crown'd with endless Glory now ! 
 And ye, whose widow'd hearts seem'd 'reft in twain, 
 Shall rise and follow ! ye shall meet again. 
 Sweet rays of Hope the grave's dark bed illume, 
 No horror hovers o'er the Christian's tomb ! 
 Though mute, inglorious, now they seem to lie, 
 When the last trump shall shake the vaulted sky 
 They '11 rise to life : — the grave shall yield its trust, 
 At the blest resurrection of the just. 
 
 Hail, mighty Conq'ror ! blest Redeemer, hail ! 
 Victor immortal ! how didst Thou prevail ! 
 Death could not hold Thee in his feeble clasp — 
 Touch'd by Thy pow'r unsinew'd was his grasp. 
 Then was it seen that Thou hadst pow'r to save, 
 When Thou didst rise triumphant from the grave ; 
 And give sweet earnest that the day would come, 
 When we — ev'n we should issue from the tomb.
 
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 But what, tho' our beloved circle 's broke, 
 And nature mourns beneath th' afflictive stroke ! 
 'Tis not for you alone these tears are shed, 
 Or that you 're number'd with the pious dead, 
 As that ourselves are left so far behind, 
 The sport of ev'ry wave, of ev'ry wind. 
 Yet why should we despond ? Life's longest day 
 Must have its close ; and soon the roughest way 
 Will smoothly end, to those, whose faithful hearts 
 Are fix'd on Him who ev'ry good imparts. 
 
 Then let it be our study how to please, 
 That God who governs by His wise decrees ; 
 His Counsels follow, and His Glory seek 
 In ev'ry act we do, and word we speak ; 
 Calmly endure, and resolutely aim 
 To magnify His great and holy name ; 
 Feel our dependance, at His footstool fall, 
 Sink into nothing, and let God be all. 
 
 May His good Spirit His own Law inscribe 
 Deep on our hearts ; may we His mind imbibe ; 
 Welcome His will ; and wait the summon 's giv'n, 
 To leave these scenes of night, for endless day in 
 Heav'n. 
 
 Jan. 25, 1815.
 
 174 
 
 LINES 
 
 AFFECTIONATELY ADDRESSED 
 
 to Mrs. S. 
 
 ON HER ELDEST SON'S COMING OF AGE, 
 Oct. 7, 1819. 
 
 " Surely goodness and mercy have folloxced me all the days of my 
 life." 
 
 Were I but skill'd in the poetic art, 
 My friend Louisa had not twice essay 'd 
 
 To move my willing, unreluctant heart, 
 
 But ere she ask'd the tribute had been paid. 
 
 No stranger to those mild domestic joys, 
 Those gentler Charities which life endear ; 
 
 Taught, ev'n by losses, these sweet boons to prize, 
 And mix with gratitude the frequent tear, 
 
 Eliza yields ; — and grants her Friend's request, 
 Though but too conscious" of her want of pow'r, 
 
 To dress in language, as she ought, the best, 
 Her genuine feelings in this pleasing hour.
 
 175 
 
 Louisa wept — in early life bereav'd 
 
 Of him whose smile endear'd her happy home; 
 O'er her dear Babes the youthful Mother griev'd, 
 
 And prophesied of mournful years to come. 
 
 She drank the cup ; the bitter cup ; she sigh'd ; — 
 Look'd on her Boys — then cast an eye to Heav'n : 
 
 But all her sorrows have been sanctified; 
 
 Much did she lose, yet still much more was giv'n. 
 
 Happy Louisa ! Happy even now ; 
 
 Since Love and Mercy's Arms encompass thee : 
 Methinks I see the smile upon thy brow — 
 
 Thou wast in bondage — Grace has made thee free. 
 
 And didst thou then, instructed from above, 
 Aim, with a Mother's tenderness, to guide 
 
 Their youthful footsteps to the source of Love, 
 And recommend the Guardian thou hadst tried ? 
 
 Tried Him, and found Him faithful: saw His hand 
 Stretch'd out to succour, to protect, to save; 
 
 Steering the shatter'd vessel to the land, 
 
 Thro' the rough storm, and o'erthe swelling wave. 
 
 A Christian Mother ! may her Sons be blest, 
 And hand in hand, delighted, tread the way, 
 
 Through this low valley, to the place of rest ; 
 From scenes of darkness, to the realms of day.
 
 176 
 
 Thou "Father of the fatherless !" and Friend 
 Of ev'ry friendless name that sinners have, 
 
 Protect these Orphans to their journey's end, 
 And be their Portion ev'n beyond the grave. 
 
 Then shall she triumph! then the voice of praise 
 Shall my Louisa's lips unmingled pour, 
 
 To Him who cheer'd the widow's darksome days, 
 And bade the trembling suppliant "weep no more. 
 
 Oct. 7, 1819.
 
 177 
 
 A 
 
 CHRISTIAN MOTHER'S ADDRESS 
 
 TO HER ELDEST SON, 
 ON HIS COMING OF AGE. 
 
 Written at the request of a particular Friend, but a few 
 Keeks previous to the Author's third paralytic attack. 
 
 " My Son, attend to my words, incline thine ear unto my sayings." 
 
 Will my dear Boy lend an attentive ear? 
 And, while his Mother dictates, will he hear ? 
 
 Say, will my D listen while she speaks 
 
 Whose tears so oft bedew'd his infant cheeks ? 
 Whose love maternal yearns her Son to see 
 All that a Man, a Christian, ought to be ? 
 Yet knows, without the aid of Grace divine, 
 Such rich experience never can be thine. 
 
 There is a way, the end of which is — death ! 
 Hast thou not read that Holy Word, which saith, 
 " Remember thy Creator in thy youth i" 
 Listen, my D — • — , 'tis the voice of Truth. 
 Make thou that Word thy Counsellor ; 't will be 
 The chart to guide thee to Eternity ; 
 To show the rocks, the quicksands, and the shoals 
 That wreck and swallow up so many souls, 
 And leave the ruin'd wand'rer to deplore 
 Those days, which, wasted once, return no more. 
 
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 178 
 
 Prize thou the means of Grace ; neglect not Pray'r ; 
 Ask daily in that happiness to share 
 Which God for His own people does provide; 
 That favour'd people, for whom Christ has died. 
 'T is not a worthless thing, my Son, to be 
 Allied to this most noble family, 
 For, though despis'd on earth, they shall remain 
 When earth shall be dissolv'd, and J esus come again. 
 O ! seek Him early! seek the God of Grace ; 
 Wait till He turn His reconciled face; 
 Until, by Faith divine, 't is giv'n to thee 
 An int'rest in His Covenant to see. 
 His Eye has watch'd thee, and His Hand has fed, 
 And through the devious paths of youth has led, 
 And strew'd thy way with many a blooming flow'r : 
 (Thy life preserv'd by His Almighty pow'r;) 
 A Father to the fatherless was He 
 When thine own Sire was lost to earth and thee. 
 
 Ah ! think my D , when in solitude, 
 
 (With eyes uplifted, and with tears bedew'd,) 
 How oft thy Mother at His feet has knelt, 
 And longings inexpressible has felt 
 To see her Children walking in that road 
 Which leads to Heav'n — to Glory — and to God! 
 O ! may the Holy Spirit thee inspire 
 This boon to seek, this .favour to desire; 
 This sacred guidance, and this powerful aid 
 To learn His will ; and be that will obey'd.
 
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 Dost thou seek Honours, Riches, Pleasures, Peace r 
 From all thy vain pursuits and efforts cease, 
 And let the Pearl of Price attract thy view, 
 'T will lead to honours, riches, pleasures too : 
 Honours unfading, pleasures unalloy'd, 
 To be through all Eternity enjoy'd. 
 With thine, a Monarch's treasures cannot vie, 
 If beyond Jordan thy fair Portion lie. 
 
 O ! read the life of Jesus! see what love 
 Inspir'd His soul, and brought Him from above; 
 And be thy bosom warm'd to ask a part 
 In that compassionate Redeemer's heart. 
 Ask for an int'rest in His precious blood ; 
 Seek living waters, and diviner food ; 
 Wisdom to guide, Omnipotence to shield, 
 Pardon for sin, and Grace His sword to wield. 
 
 Adieu my D ! let thy Mother's pen, 
 
 Which never more, perhaps, may warn again, 
 Gain thy attention ; and, be well assur'd, 
 That all her fond affection has endur'd 
 For thee from infancy, and through thy youth, 
 Shall well be paid, if in the paths of Truth 
 She sees her First-born walk while he is young, 
 And leave far off the dissipated throng — 
 Prone to seduce, and happy to mislead, 
 Who tempt to sin, and glory in the deed. 
 
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 Thou hast a Brother! Let fraternal love 
 By ev'ry word, by ev'ry action prove 
 That, 'midst the joys, the trials, and the strife, 
 Which tend to sweeten or embitter life, 
 His interests and his person both are dear ; 
 United dwell whilst ye shall sojourn here; 
 And may that union and that love extend 
 Through ages that shall never, never end, 
 And the fond Parent, with her much lov'd Boys, 
 Live and depart in peace, to share eternal joys ! 
 
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 MONUMENTAL INSCRIPTION, 
 
 COMPOSED s 
 
 FOR THE BURYING-GROUND AT 
 E. IN KENT : 
 
 AT "THE REQUEST OF A CHRISTIAN FRIEND. 
 
 " Jesus said unto her, I am the Resurrection and the Life? Ht 
 that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live : ana 
 ichosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die. 
 
 believest thou this 
 
 Stop, Passenger! and let these ashes preach 
 A lesson better than Divines can teach. 
 Here, to thy senses, evident appears 
 How Death has triumph'd ! how a few short years 
 People the turf ; — loudly they call on thee 
 To think how soon this too thy state may be. 
 " The sting of death is sin:" but — Jesus died! 
 And is His Blood to thy disease applied ? 
 That Sov'reign antidote alone can heal 
 Those fears of death which guilty sinners feel. 
 Thou art a Sinner! — be thou young or old, 
 And this the place where Truth should e'er be told. 
 Graves will not flatter; — 'tis the pride of men 
 That varnishes and cheats : and when the pen
 
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 Presumes a worm to deify, and praise 
 
 With pompous effort, and a name to raise 
 
 Ev'n o'er the mould'ring ashes of the dead, 
 
 And leaves Jehovah's praises all unsaid, 
 
 The stone is made, insensibly, to tell 
 
 That weak and sinful man doth all things well ! 
 
 Ask thou thine heart, amidst this solemn scene, 
 What these false notions — what those errors mean! 
 Art thou a Christian? it will quickly say, 
 Man is a worm ; the creature of a day ; 
 Incapable of good, and prone to ill ; 
 The subject of a void that none can fill 
 But God alone. Howe'er proud men presume, 
 He only can prepare thee for the tomb. 
 Thy Works ! (if thou shouhlst think such work scan be 
 A passport for thee to Eternity,) 
 In that dread hour when tombs resign their trust, 
 Shatter'd the urn, the monumental bust ; — 
 When the turf heaves, the earth its tenants yields, 
 And from the view no more these relics shields; 
 In that most awful hour, that Blood alone, 
 (Which once was shed transgression to atone,) 
 That Blood, that Righteousness, that Saviour, then, 
 Alone will give a hope to guilty men; — 
 The Judge, indignant at thy vain request, 
 Will fix thy lot far distant from the blest, 
 And spurn those mis-call'd works, on which were built 
 Fallacious hopes of freedom from thy guilt.
 
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 O ! what a solemn hour ! Behold, 't is here ! 
 How wilt thou 'midst the myriads appear ? 
 Whilst congregated worlds around thee rise, 
 Some take their flight beyond the azure skies 
 Pardon'd and justified, to Glory speed ; 
 While others, for whom none can intercede, 
 Join the sad group, — and, banish'd to the place 
 Where never enters one faint beam of grace, 
 Lament, how sadly ! that they tried to gain 
 Heav'n by their works, but found those efforts vain. 
 
 Haste then, and bend ev'n now the suppliant knee, 
 That thy blest state may with the righteous be; 
 And, unpresuming, lay thy glory down, 
 And let Jehovah-Jesus wear the Crown! 
 
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 Pagets, Miss, Exeter. 5 Copies. 
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 Parnell, John Esq. Canterbury. 
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