May all the earth
Hear of his worth,
And of the greatness he has won.
Innocent babe,
In cradle laid,
Unconscious cause of all this joy,
Each Briton's prayer,
For Britain's heir,
Is "Angels guard thee, royal boy."
GRACE HILL, NOV., 1840.
THE BIBLE.
WRITTEN TO ---- WITH ONE.
The book of life to thee is given,
To warn of death, to guide to Heaven.
Wanderer on the wild astray,
Here wilt thou find the King's highway.
Has thy soul suffered, hunger, pain,
Trying to feed on husks in vain?
Here thou wilt find the palace fair,
Where there is bread enough to spare
Thou'lt find where living waters roll,
To satisfy the fainting soul.
Thou hast been thirsty, very sore,
Here come and drink and thirst no more,
Thou'lt find the pearl of greatest price
Hid in the Master's promises.
And so this book to thee is given
To warn of hell, to guide to Heaven.
GRACE HILL, 1842.
THE ADIEU TO ELIZA.
The night was bright and beautiful,
The dew was on the flower,
The stars were keeping watch, it was
The lover's parting hour.
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