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 LIBRARY 
 
 'UNIVERSITY OF 
 CALIFORNIA J 
 
POEMS 
 
 ON DIFFERENT OCCASIONS, 
 BY CHARLOTTE RICHARDSON, 
 
P O E M S 
 
 WRITTEN ON 
 
 DIFFERENT OCCASIONS, 
 
 CHARLOTTE RICHARDSON. 
 
 To which is prefixed 
 SOME ACCOUNT OF THE AUTHOR, 
 
 Together zvith the reasons xvhich have led to their publication, 
 by the Editor, 
 
 CATHARINE CAPPE. 
 
 Printed by Subscription 
 FOR THE BENEFIT OF THE AUTHOR. 
 
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 Printed by T. Wilson and R. Spence, High-Ousegate. 
 
 Sold bjr J. JOHNSON, St. Paul's Church-yard ; J. HATCHARD, Piccadilly ; 
 
 and J. MAWMAN, Poultry, London : and by WILSON and SPENCE, 
 
 J. TODD, and J. WOLSTENHOUIE, York. 
 
 i806. 
 

 PREFACE. 
 
 If the sole object of the Editor had been 
 to relieve pecuniary distress, by bringing 
 forward one instance more, in addition to 
 many others, of considerable talents, deve- 
 loped under circumstances the most unfa- 
 vourable, many of the pieces v^hich now 
 form a part of the present selection, would 
 not have been obtruded on the public. But 
 she had a further, and as it appears to her- 
 self, a more important object in view — she 
 has wished, by examples drawn from real 
 life, more powerfully to impress the mind 
 of the Reader with the great efficacy of reli- 
 gious principle 3 to exhibit its importance in 
 calling forth latent energies, in preserving 
 the human character from the contagion of 
 vice, that most fatal of all contagions, and 
 to dem.onstrate, that there is no affliction so 
 
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VI PREFACE. 
 
 severe, as totally to preclude the admission 
 of its salutary and consoling influence ; no 
 situation so mean and abject, not even that 
 of a common poorhouse, as wholly to de- 
 prive its favoured possessor of true and 
 genuine respectability of character. 
 
 A specimen of the following poems, toge- 
 ther with an outline of the writer's history, 
 w^as sent by the Editor to several of the peri- 
 odical publications in September last ; but as 
 it may happen that some of the generous Sub- 
 scribers to this little work, may not have seen 
 this account; as some knowledge of the dis- 
 advantages under Vvhich the Author has la- 
 boured, may be necessary as an apology for 
 the inaccuracies to be met with in her com.- 
 positions ; and as this information is essential 
 to the demonstration already adverted to, it 
 will not be deemed altogether unnecessary 
 to travel once more over the same ground. 
 
PREFACE. Vljl 
 
 Charlotte Smith was bom in the 
 year 1775, under circumstances the most 
 unfavourable ; and it is probable, that what- 
 ever in her character or subsequent conduct 
 may have been deserving of praise, has owed 
 its origin to religious impressions, early made 
 upon her mind by the pious conductors of a 
 Sunday-school. By these she was soon dis- 
 tinguished for her uncommon quickness, 
 docility, and great desire of information ; 
 and on this account, at their entreaty, was 
 admitted when she was twelve years old, 
 into the Grey-coat School in this city, a 
 vacancy happening at that time out of due 
 course. Here she had little opportunity of 
 mental progress -, the girls educated in that 
 school, being intended for working servants, 
 arekept very close to those occupations which 
 may best prepare them for their future desti- 
 nation. They are indeed taught to read and 
 write, but it is only a very small portion of 
 
 A 4 
 
Vlll PREFACE. 
 
 their time that is allotted to this purpose. — 
 The Sunday is their only day of rest from 
 manual labour, and this was seized upon 
 with avidity, by the energetic mind of the 
 poor girl we are describing. At church 
 she was so attentive an hearer, that she 
 brought away in her memory, whether from 
 the Scriptures she heard read there, or the 
 Sermon afterwards preached, many a serious 
 admonition or moral document, which were 
 faithfully treasured up for future use. 
 
 In her 16th year, she left the School and 
 w^ent ta service, and in a very few months 
 afterwards lost her Mother, whose death she 
 very feelingly laments in the first piece of the 
 following selection, her earliest attempt at 
 any thing like regular composition*. She 
 
 * It is very remarkable, that at this time she had never read 
 any po«try, (if such indeed it can bs called) except the coin- 
 
PREFACE. IX 
 
 was not fortunate in her first services, neither 
 in the characters of the masters and mis- 
 tresses, nor of the associates among whom 
 she was thrown — and under these per- 
 plexities, what had formerly in the Grey- 
 coat School beeft a matter of taste and of 
 mental gratification, became afterwards the 
 means of her safety, and the source of her 
 highest consolation. 
 
 Among the m.any hardships to which 
 she was now subjected, one of the most 
 distressing was, the not having time al- 
 lowed on the Sunday to attend public 
 worship. In one service, where she re- 
 mained a year, she was never at church, 
 the whole time; and in another which 
 succeeded it, on]y once during a like 
 
 0)on version of the psalms by Sternliold and Hcpkiiis. Such 
 being the sole prototype, surely the coirparatlve exceileiice of 
 the copy produced, is very astonishiiJir- 
 
X PREFACE. 
 
 period*. Under this privation, the little 
 storehouse of a faithful memory became pe- 
 culiarly important ; here were treasured up, 
 pieces orsermons, a few scraps of poetry, and 
 proverbs of wisdom for the conduct of life ; 
 and to these she made additions, whenever 
 she had opportunity, by reading her Bible, the 
 Y/hole Duty of Man, the interesting allegory 
 of Pilgrim's Progress, and Gastrell's Christian 
 Institutes, formerly given her as a reward, 
 by the conductors of the Sunday-school. I'o 
 this storehouse, and to these books, she re- 
 tired for comfort, as to so many faithful 
 
 * The Editor cannot pass over these facts, without animad- 
 verting on the great reprehensibllity of this and of similai; con- 
 duct in the masters and misti-esses of families, — the folly of it 
 as it respects themselves, and the extreme criminalty as it 
 respects the welfare of those committed to their care. With 
 what face can they expect that their servants should be sober 
 and vigilant, faithful and obedient, if they keep them ignorant, 
 as far as it is in their power so to do, that they are moral agents 
 and accountable creatures? 
 
PREFACE. XI 
 
 friends, when the labours of the. day were 
 finished -, and hence probably racquiied that 
 constant habit of looking beyond the present 
 scene, to a future and better state of things, 
 which is the prominent idea in almost all 
 her little compositions. 
 
 In the year 1796, she was preferred to the 
 station of Cook-maid in the respectable 
 faiTiily of a widow lady, where her con- 
 dition was in many respects greatly im- 
 proved, — she had somewhat more leisure 
 for mental cultivation, had access occasionally 
 on the Sunday, to a small selection of booksj 
 and took her turn regularly of attending pub- 
 lic worship with her fellow female-servant.' 
 During this period, her only brother, become 
 a cripple by a blow he had received during 
 infancy, after a long series of cruel usage 
 from an unfeeling mistress, the wife of the 
 shoemaker to wliom he had been bound 
 
Xll PRIPACE. 
 
 apprentice, was taken to the poorhouse In 
 this city. Here, without a relative or friend, 
 save his afflicted sister, he looked forward 
 with tranquifllty and composure to that 
 event, which would speedily terminate a 
 short life, marked through its whole progress 
 with sorrow and suffering. His patience 
 and resignation were so exemplary, that tlie 
 master and mistress of this motley mansion, 
 loved him as their son ^ he was attcnde'd, 
 whenever she could obtain leave of absence, 
 by his sorrowing sister, who procured for 
 him from time to time every little comfort 
 she could afford, and which the circum- 
 stances of his situation could not otherwise 
 supply ; till at length, his dying bed sup- 
 plied a scene, not merely of patient resig- 
 nation, but of humble confidence and joyful 
 hope, from which the favoured sons of rank 
 and opulence might derive many a serious 
 and important lesson. Her affection for 
 
fREFACJE, XUl 
 
 this beloved brother did not terminate here — 
 she borrowed two guineas of her mistress, 
 which were afterwards faithfully repaid, to 
 procure for him a decent funeral*. Not 
 long after this event, Charlotte Smith left 
 that family, and went to live with a second 
 
 *X am aware that this efibrt will by some readers be attributed 
 to reprehensible pride, rather than to laudable feeling i but I 
 think we should separate between the natural effects of that 
 affcctiou, which must attach even to the remains of an object ten- 
 derly beloved, and which seeks to console itself by paying every 
 ©utward mark of respect in its power, and that foolish desire of an 
 expensive funeral, so unimportant to the dead, and, in many in- 
 stances, so very ruinous to the living. Even here, hov/ever it 
 would surely be the part of wisdom rather to regulate, than to 
 aim at extii-pating the principle on which it proceeds -, nam.ely, 
 that of being respectable in the eyes of others. I am told 
 by an ingenious friend, who made a tour in the north of Scotland, 
 lait summer, that it is not uncommon v/hcn a young couple 
 marry in the highlands, and retire to their straw-thatclied cabin, 
 with scarcely a chair to sit upon, that the first occupation of the 
 bride, is to spin— not for their future more decent apparel— not 
 for wages to purchase a few necessaries, but, for a winding sheet 1 
 Here, it is not the principle, but the application of it that is absur^ 
 aad ridiculous— a decent funeral is their point of honour— accus- 
 
XIV PREFACE. 
 
 widow lady, where, having money fre^ 
 quently given her to attend the theatre, she 
 saved it from time to time, and increased her 
 small library, by the purchase of Gray*s 
 Poems, Goldsmith's Poems, and the Death 
 of Abel. Here she had a considerable in- 
 crease of wages — but she had likewise, from 
 the peculiar circumstances of the family, a 
 great increase of difficulties and anxiety, 
 under some of which, many of the devotional 
 pieces which form a part of this little volume, 
 were composed. 
 
 In the month of October, 1802, she mar- 
 ried a shoemaker of the name of Richard- 
 son 3 and as they had long been mutually 
 
 tomed from infancy to extreme poverty, no stigma attaches to 
 the appearance 3 but not to be buried according to ancient use 
 and custom, and in the manner of their ancestors, would be a 
 discrrace, which nothin? could ©vercome. 
 
PREFACE. XV 
 
 attached to each other, and he had some 
 property of his own, which enabled them 
 to open a httle shop, she appears to 
 have attained to the very summit of her 
 wishes. But this state of unhoped-for pro- 
 sperity, proved nothing more than a tran- 
 sient gleam — not long after their marriage, 
 she was attacked by an illness which for 
 some weeks threatened her life, and scarcely 
 was she recovered, when her husband 
 showed alarming symptoms of a pulmonary 
 consumption. As is usual in that disorder, 
 hope and fear for many months were alter- 
 nately the attendants on the sick couch, till 
 at length all expectation of recovery va- 
 nished ', the patient took his bed, and under 
 these trying circumstances, the afflicted wife 
 became a mother. When the infant was 
 two months old he lost his father. The Editor 
 of these papers saw the patient sufFerer near 
 the approach of his last moments, his wife 
 
XVI PREFACE. 
 
 hanging over him, wiping the dew from his 
 exhausted frame, with a look of unspeakable 
 anguish ; and a pious clergyman who fre- 
 quently visited them when under these very 
 trying circumstances, bears ample testimony 
 to the fortitude, humble resignation, and 
 exemplary conduct of both*. For some 
 months the infant appeared healthy, and was 
 remarkably lively and intelligent for his age; 
 but at length, he too became the victim of 
 disease, and it was, when she was labouring 
 under the almost overwhelming pressure of 
 this accumulated sorrow, that the Editor 
 first became acquainted with the poetical 
 talents of the Author. 
 
 By what is usually called an accident, 
 but in stricter language, by the occurrence 
 of one of those circumstances, which how- 
 
 ♦ The Rev. J. Graham. 
 
PREFACE. XVli 
 
 ever trivial tlicy may appear at the time, 
 will afterwards be found by a careful ob- 
 server, to be a sort of master key fitted to 
 unlock the future current of events, the little 
 piece, entitled, '' He Sleeps," was put into 
 my hands. Struck with the piety of the 
 sentiments, affected by the pathos with 
 which they are expressed, and utterly asto- 
 nished at the neatness, not to say elegance 
 of the composition, it excited in my mind 
 a new interest for the writer : I made fur- 
 ther inquiry, and found, to my no small sur- 
 prise, that she had long been in the habit 
 of putting down in measure the genuine 
 effusions of a very feeling heart ; and she 
 afterwards brought me a whole book of 
 manuscript poems, from which the follow- 
 ing selection is taken. Determining to- 
 make the attempt of publishing by sub- 
 scription for her benefit, an outline of her 
 history, together with a specimen of her 
 
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Xvlii PREFACE. 
 
 poetry, was sent to the Gentlemen's, 
 European, Monthly, and Lady's Maga- 
 zines, and to Mrs. Trimmer's Guardian 
 of Education, together with proposals for 
 printing, 8cc. Messrs. Johnson, Hatchard, 
 and Mawman, having had the kindness to 
 allow their names to be mentioned as re- 
 ceiving subscriptions in London. The very 
 respectable list of Subscribers annexed, will 
 fully evince the success of the proposal, and 
 will at the same time give the truest plea- 
 sure to the benevolent mind ; to that heart 
 of sensibility which, too frequently distressed 
 by the exhibition of vice and folly, de- 
 lio-hts to repose itself, like the weary tra- 
 veller, upon the Oasis in the desert, on those 
 brighter spots in the human character which 
 so strikingly display its divine original ! 
 
 The Reader will rejoice to be informed,. 
 that the ip.fant for whose safety he will have 
 
PREFACE. XIX 
 
 sympathized in the feeh'ngs of the afflicted 
 mother, is now nearly quite recovered, and 
 that by the aid of the subscriptions, towards 
 which he himself has generously contributed, 
 she will hereafter be established in a school 
 for their joint support. — He will also be 
 struck and affected by the calm composure 
 with which an Orphan Youth in a poor- 
 house could meet death ; — an unequivocal 
 proof of that true elevation of character, 
 which Christian hopes, and Christian pro- 
 mises, engrafted on Christian virtues, is com- 
 petent to inspire ! Who would not labour to 
 form such a character in themselves, who 
 would not earnestly desire that it should be 
 formed in others ? 
 
 What would have been the consolation to 
 Charlotte and her suffering: brother — to 
 Charlotte and her dying husband, had they 
 been informed by some of our profound phi- 
 losoj)her5, that the concours;e of atoms which 
 
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XX PREFACE. 
 
 by chance bad been united by chance had 
 been vivified — were now by chance, about 
 to be dissolved — the vivifying principle, by 
 chance, about to be annihilated ? What 
 would have been their sensations, if in the 
 moment of separation they had been in- 
 formed, that they were now to be separated 
 for ever ? — AVould they not have exclaimed 
 in the bitterness of their souls, with the 
 eastern Sage of antiquity — Depart from us 
 we beseech ye, miserable comforters are 
 ye all ! 
 
 I have endeavoured to select from the 
 manuscripts of the Author, those pieces 
 principally which are connected with her 
 own peculiar circumstances. The analysis 
 of a sermon or of a lecture turned into verse, 
 (of which there are several) whatever powers 
 of mind they may display in the simple 
 artificer, would create little interest in that 
 of the Reader. 
 
PREFACE. XXI 
 
 It has been no consideration with me, 
 that the creed of Charlotte Richardson 
 differs, in some points materially, from my 
 creed*. Having been precluded by her si- 
 tuation from the possibility of examining 
 the doctrines of Scripture for herself, she 
 believes that system of Christianity which she 
 has been taught, and how should she do 
 otherwise? What! although in some of her 
 speculative opinions I may deem her mis- 
 taken, may I not therefore honour, as it de- 
 serves, her piety towards God ; her resigna- 
 tion to his Vvdll ; her firm dependence upon 
 the promises pf his gospel ; her integrity in 
 professing what she believes to be true ; and 
 
 ^ Let it not hence be imagined the Editor means to afiirm, that 
 slie considers erroc in matters of opinion as of iia importance ; 
 she believes on the contrary that, " V\'h2.t a sound eye is to the 
 *' body, such, and more, is a well-iu formed judgment to the 
 '' man — a faithful guide, a watchful guardian, the source of 
 '•' refined and various pleasures." See an excellent Sermon on 
 the va'.ue of truth and danger of error^ bj' the late Rev. 
 J. Ken RICK, of Exeter. 
 
XXll PREFACE. 
 
 her entire conviction of the extreme import- 
 ance of a virtuous and holy life exemplified 
 in the practice of every personal and social 
 duty ? in these principles she is not mis^ 
 taken, and they are of the very essence of 
 the gospel. — These principles, if acted upon 
 as well as believed, are in my mind fully 
 competent to conduct '' the v^-ay-faring pil- 
 grim to the promised land." I consider 
 them as the only real discriminating cha- 
 racteristics of the true and genuine disciples 
 of one and the same heavenly Master, and 
 as the only indispensable qualifications of 
 those whom^ he will hereafter acknowled2:e 
 as his own; and who with him, will even- 
 tually take possession of that glorious king- 
 dom, prepared for them before the founda- 
 tion of the world, in whatever church, or 
 se^t, or party, they may happen to be 
 found. 
 
 CATIIAJ^.INE CAPPE. 
 
C O N T E N T S. 
 
 Pa.ge 
 
 ELEGY on the Death of a tender Mother 9 
 
 The Orphan's Prayer 12 
 
 Epitaph 14. 
 
 Prayer for Safety and Protection , 15 
 
 On Recovery from Sudden Illness , 20 
 
 Address to Religion , 22 
 
 On the Consolation to be derived from Religion., 24 
 
 The Inquiry., ....,,, »..,... , 27 
 
 Ode addressed to the Grey Coat School 31 
 
 Paraphrase of Matt. xi. 23 55 
 
 Written under great Doubt and Anxiety of Mind, 1801 38 
 
 Praise for the Blessings of the Gospel 40 
 
 A Valentine, addressed by the Author to A. B 42 
 
 A Valentine to R. R. written extempore 44 
 
 To an Acquaintance on her Marriage— accompanied by a 
 
 small Present 46, 
 
 Elegy on the Death of Mrs. T. Withers, April, 1802. 48 
 
 Elegy on the Death of the late Dr. Robert Cappe 52 
 
 Invitation to the Sacrament : 55 
 
XXIV CONTENTS, 
 
 Page 
 
 Oil my 15irth-uay, March 5, 1803 59 
 
 Addressed during my own severe Illness, to the kindest of 
 
 Husbands 6] 
 
 When threatened with an Invasion in the Summer of 1803. 63 
 
 Paraphrase written in my dear Husband's last Illness 65 
 
 After the Death of my dear Husband, 1804 68 
 
 To my Infant Asleep 72 
 
 To my dearest Friend M. S , on her Birth-day 75 
 
 He Sleeps, 1805 78 
 
 Sonnet addressed to Mr. M r, June, 1805 82 
 
 To Mrs. P , North-street 87 
 
 The Widow 90 
 
 On the Anniversary of our Marriage, Oct, 31, 1805 95 
 
 On being slighted by some who had professed lasting 
 
 Friendship..... 97 
 
 Ode on visiting the Retreat, near York 101 
 
 Thanksgiving for the Recovery of my Sick Infant 104 
 
 Sonnet to Mr. M r 107 
 
 On meeting accidentally with some Drawings coloured by 
 
 my dear Brother 108 
 
 On the Death of Admiral Nelson 109" 
 
 Subscriber's Names ...,„..,. 113 
 
POEMS. 
 
 ELEGY 
 
 ON THE DEATH OF A TENDER INDULGENT MOTHER^ 
 WHO QUITTED A WORLD OF SIN AND SORROW, ON 
 FRIDAY, NOVEMBERS, 1790. AGED 40- 
 
 X HE night was still, the sky serene, 
 
 The warblers ceased to play ; 
 When slowly o'er the churchyard green, 
 Sad Lucy took her way. 
 
 * Ah ! hapless maid,' she wept and cried, 
 
 * Of friends thou are bereft ; 
 
 * Soon as thy tender parent died, 
 
 * An Orphan thou wert left,' 
 
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( 10 ) 
 
 ' With sighs I still recall the scene, 
 
 * When she was torn away ; 
 
 * My heart was fiU'd with anguish keen, 
 
 * With sorrow and dismay.' 
 
 *' Adieu," she cried, '^ my children dear, 
 
 *' May Heaven prosper you ! 
 '* Should fortune prove to you severe, 
 
 ** Still, let your ways be true. 
 
 «« In God place all your confidence, 
 *^ And make his word your guide ; 
 
 <' He will protect your innocence, 
 *' And for your wants provide. 
 
 << Then when in heaven next we meet, 
 '* Free from all care and pain ; 
 
 '< My happiness will be complete — 
 <' We ne'er shall part again 1'* 
 
( 11 J 
 
 * No more she said ; for icy Death 
 
 * His hand upon her laid ; 
 
 * With smiles she then resign'd her breath, 
 
 ' The debt of Nature paid.' 
 
 * For ever will my streaming ejxs, 
 
 ' With ceaseless tears o'erflow ; 
 
 * All worldly pleasure I despise, 
 
 * My heart is fiii'd with woe.' 
 
 In plaintive tone the artless maid 
 
 Thus did her loss bemoan. 
 As pensive thro' the lonely shade 
 
 She bent her footsteps home. 
 
 B2 
 
( J2 ) 
 
 THE 
 
 ORPHAN'S PRAYER, 
 
 WHEN DISTRESSED BY GREAT UNKINDNESS 
 IN THE YEAR 1792. 
 
 WHAT, tho' worldly friends may frown. 
 
 Why should I dejected be ? 
 Father, let thy love be known. 
 
 Let me find my all in thee ! 
 Never let my soul despair, 
 God will hear the Orphan's prayer. 
 
 The child of Sorrow long I've been. 
 And often for unkindness mourn'd, 
 
 A friendless Orphan, poor and mean, 
 And by the proud and wealthy scorn'd : 
 
 Oft did their scorn my bosom tear, 
 
 Yet God still heard the Orphan's prayer. 
 
( 13 ) 
 
 Earthly comforts fade and die, 
 Sorrows oft our joys attend. 
 
 But, whilst we on Qod rely. 
 He will prove a faithful friend ; 
 
 On him I'll cast my every care. 
 
 For he regards the Orphan's prayer. 
 
 Wean me. Lord, from earthly love. 
 Let my thoughts ascend on high : 
 
 Where my Saviour sits above, 
 Thither may my wishes fly. 
 
 In all my wants may I repair 
 
 To him that hears the Orphan's prayer, 
 
 And when my spirit quits her clay. 
 And enters on a world unknown, 
 
 In yon bright realms of endless day, 
 Jesus thy trembling servant own : 
 
 When thou in glory sbalt appear. 
 
 Remember then the Orphan's prayer. 
 
( 14 ) 
 
 EPITAPH 
 
 ON ELIZABETH HUBY, AGED 16, 1792. 
 
 STAY, traveller, and hither turn thine eye, 
 Here youth, and innocence, and beauty lie: 
 Short was her passage through this vale of woe. 
 In youth's gay prime, Death gave the fatal blow. 
 Resign'd she died, in hopes ere long to raise 
 Her voice, to sing her great Redeemer's praise. 
 
C 15 ) 
 PRAYER 
 
 FOR SAFETY AND PROTECTION. 
 
 MY God, to thee my voice I raise ; 
 
 Tiiy ever watchful eye 
 Can lead me thro' life's dang'rous ways*. 
 
 And every want supply. 
 
 Teach me thy precepts to observe, 
 
 By them to guide my way ; 
 O m^y I never from them swerve, 
 
 But thy commands obey ! 
 
 *The Author was at this time in her 19th year, and was thrown 
 amongst associates whose example and conversation were in evei y 
 respect low, corrupt, and ruinous. EDiTORt 
 
 B4 
 
( IS ) 
 
 A portion of thy grace impart, 
 Which all may freely share ; 
 
 O write thy laws within my heart. 
 And plant thy statutes there ! 
 
 If evil tempt, or sin assail, 
 
 And I no comfort see ; 
 Thy grace, still mighty to prevail. 
 
 Will set the captive free. 
 
 For thou hast sworn not to forsake 
 Those who on thee depend ; 
 
 Them for thine own thou lov'st to take, 
 And save them to the end. 
 
 Preserved by thee from every snare 
 
 1 may securely rest ; 
 Defended by thy guardian care, 
 
 In thy assistance blest. 
 
( 17 ) 
 ELEGY 
 
 ON THE DEATH OF AN ONLY MsD BELOVED BROTHKIl, 
 WHO DEPARTED THIS LIFE, 
 
 JAN. 3, 1799, AGEb 22. 
 
 WHAT piercing sorrow penetrates the heart, 
 When Death, relentless, tears our jojs away 1 
 
 When the barb'd arrow strikes the vital part, 
 Wliat poignant griefs the tortur'd bosom sway ! 
 
 Yet I, alas ! this anguish keen have prov'd, 
 Which blighted all my joys and laid them low; 
 
 Sever'd, by death, from him I truly lovM, 
 Vxy brother ! still for thee my tears shall flow* 
 
 Still, still for thee, those fond regrets shall rise. 
 And still for thee, shall flow th* unbidden tear, 
 
 While oft remembrance, to my mental eyes 
 Shall brinn: the form of him I lovM so dear ! 
 
( 18 ) 
 
 Sweet sufF'ring saint^ thy virtues well I knew; 
 
 Mild as the summer breeze that waves along, 
 Candid, and just, in all thy dealings true, 
 
 Cautious, and fearful still of doing wrong ! 
 
 Religion held her empire o'er thy mind, 
 With holy Hope and Charity divine. 
 
 She bade thee, in affliction be resign'd, 
 Nor at thy earthly trials, e'er repine. 
 
 She taught thee, how to bear AffliQ;ion's rod, 
 The bitter pains of sickness to sustain ; 
 
 Si^e bade thee, bow submissive to thy God, 
 Nor at thy Maker's will, dare to complain. 
 
 No guilty thought e'er stain'd thy spotless mind, 
 Tliy blameless life from every vice was free ; 
 
 Content and patient, pitying and kind, 
 Each sacred virtue was combin'd in thee ! 
 
( 19 ) 
 
 Though pale disease opprest thy feeble frame. 
 And many a pang thy tortur'd form endur'd ; 
 
 Yet still thy heart maintain'd its holy flame, 
 Still in thy Saviour's love, thou wert assur'd. 
 
 Early deprivM of fond maternal care 
 
 To soothe thy sorrow and assuage thy pain, 
 
 Yet thy lov'd sister in thy griefs could share, 
 And her affection, calm'd thy heart again. 
 
 O, best of brothers, from the blest abode 
 Still view thy sister with an angel's love 1 
 
 Direct and guide her in the v/ays of God, 
 That she may meet thee in the realms above ! 
 
 In that dread hour, when earthly joys shall fade, 
 When I, th' appointed course of life have trod. 
 
 Guide me, blest spirit 1 through Death's awful shade. 
 Then waft my soul to heaven, to meet my God ! 
 
( 20 ) 
 
 OS 
 
 MY RECOVERY FROM SUDDEN ILLNESS, 
 
 NOV. 18, 1800, 
 
 *' PRAISE THE LORD O MY SOUL ! — WHO REDEEMETH THIT 
 "LfFE FROM DESTRUCTION, AND WHO CROWNETH 
 "THEEWITH loving kindness and tender MERCY." 
 
 PSALM ciii. 1—4, 
 
 ETERNAL ruler of the sky, 
 
 Who dost our various wants supply. 
 
 In whom we live and move; 
 O hear thy humble suppliant's prayV, 
 And deign to make me still thy care. 
 
 And perfect me in love! 
 
{ 21 ) 
 
 When low my drooping head reclin'd, 
 When doubts and fears perplex'd my mind, 
 
 I then thy aid implor'd : 
 Thou heardst, O God, my feeble pray'r, 
 Reliev'd my mind of all its care, 
 And soon my health restored ! 
 
 O while I shall my life enjoy. 
 Grant that I may that life employ, 
 
 In works of righteousness : 
 Give me my sinful state to see. 
 And draw me nearer still to thee. 
 
 And fill my soul with peace ! 
 
 Then when this mortal life is past. 
 And Death, with friendly hand, at last 
 
 Shall close my weary eyes, 
 May guardian angels round me stand. 
 And bear my soul at thy command, 
 
 TTo yonder blissful skies I 
 
C 22 ) 
 ADDRESS TO RELIGION. 
 
 COME, blest Religion, with thy aid divine, 
 O come and heal this sick'ning heart of mine ! 
 Chase every earthly passion from my breast. 
 And let my drooping soul in thee find rest : 
 O come, and in my breast erect thy throne. 
 There reijicn without a rival — rei":n alone ! 
 Teach me to view the world and all its joys 
 As empty shadows and delusive toys ; 
 Let not its fleeting pleasures charm my soul. 
 But may thy pow'r my inward foes control 
 If trials wait me, or if ills betide. 
 Safe through each snare my trembhng footsteps guide 
 Or, if prosperity should chance to smile, 
 O guard my heart from each enchanting wile ; 
 Give me that peace, the world can never give, 
 
 And let me thy devoted servant live : 
 
 Let every virtue in my conduct shine, 
 
 That all may own, thy influence is divine ! ■ 
 
! 
 
 C 23 ) 
 
 Let soft compassion plead within my breast 
 For all my brethren needy, or distrest : 
 Though little be my store, yet let me give 
 My humble mite their mis'ry to relieve, 
 For 'tis more blest to give, than to receive. 
 Let not that hour be banish'd from my mind, 
 When tliis frail clay shall be to dust consign'd ; 
 But let my soul on Faith's strong pinions rise, 
 And view with joy, her mansion in the skies: 
 So when the closing scene of life draws nigh, 
 The solemn warning comes — *' Prepare to die," 
 May no vaip fear my trembling soul invade, 
 To throw a deeper gloom o'er Death's dark shade! 
 Ah ! let my blest Redeemer then be near, 
 Kindly to chase away each rising fear ; 
 Strength to o'ercome may he to me impart. 
 And with his love revive my sinking heart; 
 Support me thro' the solemn trying hour. 
 And in my weakness, manifest his pow'i ! 
 
( 24 ) 
 
 ON 
 
 THE CONSOLATION 
 
 TO BE DERIVED FROM RELIGION. 
 Written in an hour of great anxiety and distress *. 
 
 WHEN sorrow sinks my spirits down. 
 And grief overwhelms my troubled mind, 
 
 Faith cries, ' Look up to God alone, 
 ' A refuge thou in him shalt find.' 
 
 My soul obeys the sacred word, 
 
 And casts her care upon the Lord. 
 
 What though AfHiction's shades surround 
 My path ; yet God is wise and just. 
 
 And oft my fainting soul has found 
 The promise true on which I trust ; 
 
 Shall I then doubt his sacred word ? 
 
 No — ^let me humbly trust the Lord. 
 
 * The Writer was at this time unkindly treated by her Mistress, 
 and not having any home, or a relation in the world to assist her, 
 found her i^pirits unusually depressed ....Editor. 
 
( 23 ) 
 
 'Tis in the hour of deep distress 
 That we Rehgion's comforts prove ; 
 
 The chast'ning hand we feel and bless 
 Of God, that scourges us in love. 
 
 Though Nature shrinks beneath the rod, 
 
 Yet Grace reposes still on God ! 
 
 It is the Lord that strikes the blow. 
 Let ev'ry murm'ring thought be still : 
 
 Oft has he made my cup o'erflow 
 
 And shall I dare dispute his will ? 
 
 For ever be the thought abhorr'd— 
 
 My soul, still wait thou on the Lord ! 
 
 Wait— till he bids thy sorrows cease. 
 Till he thy every care remove ; 
 
 And though thy troubles fast increase, 
 Thou need'st not doubt thy Father's love 
 
 Though he delays, yet trust his word. 
 
 For true and faithful is the Lord. 
 
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( 26 ) 
 
 • Yes, Israel's God was never known 
 To leave his children in distress : 
 Mercy and truth surrounded his throne, 
 
 His judgments are in righteousness; 
 Still shall my soul this truth accord, 
 I will for ever trust the Lord ! 
 
 It is unnecessary to remark on the justness of the sentiments of 
 this little piece, or to point out, that it gives a faithful delineation of 
 what passes in the pious mind accubtoraed to refer everything to 
 God Editor. 
 
( 27 ) 
 
 TO M. SMITH. 
 
 THE INQUIRY. 
 
 When late you ask'd, " Where do your parents dwell ?" 
 Unconscious of the pain your question gave ; 
 
 For still this heart with agony will swell 
 
 When memory whispers — <« They are in the grave." 
 
 I have no parents, sadly I reply'd, 
 
 While down my cheeks th' unbidden tear would flow. 
 Nor am I, by the ties of blood allied 
 
 To one kind being in this world below. 
 
 A tender father's care I never knew, 
 
 One only parent blest my early years; 
 Beneath a mother's fost'ring shade I grew 
 
 From infancy to youth — devoid of fears. 
 
 C2 
 
( 28 ) 
 
 Unknown to me was every cause of grief, 
 No anxious cares my happy mind distrest, 
 
 Health and content still bloom'd upon my cheek, 
 And cheerfulness dwelt ever in my breast. 
 
 To youthful minds each object brings delight, 
 The world presents unnumber'd charms to view, 
 
 And fancyM pleasures eagerly invite, 
 Yet oft, in vain, the phantom we pursue ! 
 
 Scarce had I enter'd on the world's wide stage, 
 Elate with youth's gay hopes of promis'd bliss, 
 
 When soon a different scene my thoughts engage, 
 And into sorrow turn'd my happiness. 
 
 For, ah ! Disease had fix'd his fatal dart 
 
 Within that breast, far dearer than my own ; 
 
 And vain, alas ! were all the attempts of art 
 To save the destin'd victim from the tomb ! 
 
( 29 ) 
 
 Tho' many a year has run its circling round 
 Since my lovM parent was to dust consign'd ; 
 
 Yet in my heart her image yet is found, 
 
 Still lives the mother, in her daughter's mind ! 
 
 One tender tie remain'd-*a brother dear — 
 But he, alas ! Misfortune's victim prov'd. 
 
 And oft have I conceaFd the falling tear, 
 Lest it should wound the bosom which I lov'd I 
 
 Chill penury and sickness were his lot, 
 Yet, was he to his Maker's will resign'd, 
 
 And all his wants and sorrows were forgot, 
 For love divine sustain'd his youthful mind. 
 
 He view'd the approach of death with joyful eyes^ 
 And often strove my heavy heart to cheer, 
 
 " Soon," said the expiring saint, *' I reach the sk^es, 
 " And, oh, my sister ! let me meet thee there I" 
 
 C 3 
 
( 30 ) 
 
 — Forgive these tears, my Mary, — you have known 
 Those agonizing pangs that pierce the heart ; 
 
 You too have wept o'er a lov'd parent's tomb, 
 And felt what 'tis from those we love to part ! 
 
 — Now, on the world's bleak waste, I stand alone, 
 
 An unprotected orphan I am left; 
 To nic, the names of kindred are unknown, 
 
 Of each endearing comfort, I'm bereft 1 
 
 Yel, though a tender sadness fills my breast, 
 I " sorrow not as those who have no hope ;" 
 
 For to that God who gives the weary rest, 
 With humble confidence I dare look up. 
 
 I know my heavenly Father, good and kind, 
 Will not, without a cause, his children grieve, 
 
 His promises support and cheer my mind. 
 And countless mercies I from him receive ! 
 
( 31 ) 
 ODE 
 
 ADDRESSED TO THE GREY COAT SCHOOL*; 
 The former scene of my happiest days. 
 
 BLEST be the spot, where Charity presides. 
 Where Pity, for the Orphans' wants provides, 
 And gently strives to cheer the drooping mind 
 Of those who erst in want and misVy pin'd 5 
 And with kind assiduous care. 
 Wipes away the falling tear 
 From the pale cheek, where Penury 
 Had dampt the playful mirth of infancy. 
 Bids every anxious fear depart, 
 And heals with soft Compassion's balm, the bleeding heart ! 
 
 * See an account of this institution, and of the new regulations intro- 
 troduced into it, in a pamphlet entitled, " An Account of two Charity 
 Schools, &c. by Catharine Cappe." 
 
 C4 
 
( 32 ) 
 
 O, sweet employ ! to guide the steps of those 
 
 Who late in ignorance and error stray'd ; 
 To snatch the helpless infant from the woes, 
 Which cheerless Poverty around her spread. 
 To pour instruction o'er the mind, 
 Ere now in ignorance confin'd ; 
 Each youthful bosom to inspire 
 With sacred Virtue's gen'rous fire. 
 To point them upwards to that blest abode, 
 Where dwell's enthron'd in light, their Maker — God. 
 
 And oh, how sweet to tell the love 
 
 Which the Messiah bore, 
 When, for our sakes, he left his seat above, 
 And our weak, sinful nature wore ! 
 When Angels wond'ring stood to see 
 The Lord of life hang bleeding on the tree !— 
 AraazM to hear such love, they raise 
 Their lisping tongues to sing, — their great Redeemer's 
 praise. 
 
( 33 ) 
 
 Within that tranquil, calm retreat, 
 The kindred Virtues love to meet, 
 
 (Religion leads the train) 
 And listens to the Orphan's song, 
 Whilst Echo doth the notes prolong ;-*• 
 
 Harmonious, grateful strain ! 
 There, white robM Innocence is seen, 
 And Cheerfulness, with look serene, 
 
 Mild, unassuming Modesty, 
 
 Content and smiling Industry ; 
 
 Whilst Heaven's approving eye surveys, 
 
 How in sweet piety they pass their peaceful days. 
 
 Be ever blest ye gen'rous souls. 
 Attentive to the tender calls. 
 
 Of soft Humanity ! 
 W^ho, in the dwelling of despair, 
 Bid the seraph, Hope, appear 
 To ease the anguish of the throbbing breast. 
 By fond parental fears distrest. 
 
( 34 ) 
 
 Dear honour'd Gaardians of my infancy, 
 Whose kindness cheer'd my opening morn, 
 
 May all who feel your gentle sway, 
 
 With gratitude your cares repay : 
 With rapture may your bosoms glow 
 
 With kindling joy may you behold, 
 In those, so late a prey to want and woe, 
 
 The buds of virtue first begin t' unfold. 
 Still follow Mercy's golden rule. 
 
 And with redoubled zeal pursue 
 
 The godlike end you have in view. 
 While thousands yet unborn. 
 Shall bless the generous Founders of the Grey Coat School. 
 
( 55 ) 
 
 PARAPHRASE 
 
 OF MATT. Xi. 28. 
 
 COME UNTO ME ALL YE THAT LABOUR AND ARE HEAVY 
 *' LADEN, AND I WILL GIVE YOU REST." 
 
 COME every soul by sin opprest, 
 And burden'd with the heavy load, 
 
 Enter into your Saviour's rest, 
 
 Taste of his grace, and trust his word. 
 
 He calls the weary wand'rer home. 
 And can you still that call refuse ? 
 
 E'en sinners he invites to come. 
 His kindness, will you yet abuse ? 
 
 See where your gracious Saviour stands 
 Waiting each outcast to receive ; 
 
 For you he spreads his pierced hands. 
 Ah ! be not faithless, but believe ! 
 
{ 36 ) 
 
 Believe in Him who died for yoii*. 
 Who died that you might ever live ! 
 
 He will your fainting strength renew f, 
 And grace and glory to you give. 
 
 * There is a scMise, and a very imj^ortant one, in which the 
 Editor can here join issue with the Author • for if our blessed Lord 
 had not died a violent as well as a public death, we of this distant 
 day could not have had the proofs we now possess of the reality of 
 his death, and should have wanted the peculiar consolations we 
 now enjoy in consequence of his triumpliant resurrection from the 
 dead, and of his ascension to a state of gloiy ; by which, to adopt 
 the highly figurative language of an Apostle, " he led captivity 
 *' captive, and obtained gifts for men j" viz. the gifts of the Holy 
 Spirit. He may therefore not unjustly be said, to have died for lis, 
 i. e. for our benefit. 
 
 f " He will your fainting strength renew" — Here again the Editor 
 can adopt the language of the Airthor, since Christ is justly said to 
 do, whatever is affected by his gospel Editor. 
 
( S7 ) 
 
 O hasten then, refuse no rriore 
 
 To hear your honour'd Shepherd's voice ; 
 To bear your burden he has pow'r, 
 
 His love can make th« heart rejoice. 
 
( 38 ) 
 WRITTEN 
 
 rNDER GREAT DOUBT, AND ANXIETY OF MIND, 1801. 
 
 O Thou whose piercing eye surveys 
 
 The inmost secrets of my soul, 
 O guide me in thy sacred ways, 
 
 And all my actioHs, Lord, controul. 
 
 Wisely to choose is my desire *, 
 But O do thou that choice direct, 
 
 And let thy grace my soul inspire. 
 The false pretender to detect. 
 
 * If young Ladies who move in a sphere however different 
 from that of a simple cook- maid, would in this instance follow her 
 example, and entreat of God to direct and bless their matrimonial 
 connections, should we hear so frequently of their uniting them- 
 selves with men of the most unprincipled and libertine character ? — 
 Would our Newspapers be filled with so many unhappy cases in 
 JDoctors Commons, and would the manners of too many among the 
 great, continue to be, as they are at present, a disgrace and a re- 
 proach to their country ? Editor. 
 
( 39 ) 
 
 My future happiness or woe, 
 
 Upon my present choice depend, 
 
 Show me the wav I ouoht to 90 
 And be my Father, and my Friend ! 
 
 Let not this treach'rous heart of mine 
 To incHnation yield the sway, 
 
 But unto thee my fate resign, 
 
 And wait, till thou shalt point the way. 
 
( 40 ) 
 
 PRAISE. 
 
 FOR THE BLESSINGS OF THE GOSPEL. 
 
 lUKE ii. 13, 14. "AND SUDDENLY THERE WAS WITH 
 " THE ANGEL A MULTITUDE OF THE HEAVENLY HOST 
 " PRAISING GOD, AND SAYING, GLORY TO GOD IN 
 ** THE HIGHEST, AND ON EARTH PEACE, GOOD WILL 
 *' TOWARDS MEN." 
 
 AWAKE my muse, awake and sing 
 The praises of thy heav'nly King ; 
 Awake and join the sacred throng, 
 The Saviour's love demands thy song, 
 In grateful strains attune thy lyre 
 And emulate th' Angelic choir, 
 Loudly the joyful news proclaim 
 Salvation, is in Jesus' name! 
 Salvation ! shout the glorious sound, 
 Pioclaim it to tlje world around. 
 
( 41 ) 
 
 Tell ev'ry fearful trembling soul, 
 The Saviour's word shall make him whole, 
 Invite the indigent to come, 
 Jesus declares there still is room : 
 Jesus ! that name shall calm their fears. 
 Dispel their doubts and dry their tears. 
 Shall ease the anxious throbbing breast. 
 And give the weary mournci rest : 
 Jesus! my Prophet, Priest, and King, 
 To him in grateful strains I'll sing ; 
 ni praise him whilst I have my breath, 
 And when my voice is lost in death, 
 O may my happier spirit rise 
 To join the chorus in the skies! 
 
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( 42 ) 
 A VALENTINE, 
 
 ADDRESSED BY THE AUTHOR JO A. B. 
 FEB. 14, 1802, 
 
 NO tales of love to you I send. 
 
 No hidden flame discover, 
 I glory in the name of Friend 
 
 Disclaiming that of Lover. 
 And now while each fond sighing youth 
 Repeats his vows of love and truth. 
 Attend to this advice of mine ; 
 With caution choose a Valentine. 
 
 Heed not the Fop who loves himself. 
 
 Nor let the Rake your love obtain ; 
 Choose not the Miser for his pelf, 
 
 The Drunkard, treat with cold disdain, 
 The Profligate with caution shun. 
 His race of ruin soon is run : 
 To none of these your heart incline, 
 Nor choose from them a Valentine. 
 
( 43 ) 
 
 But, should some gen'rous youth appear 
 
 Whose honest mind is void of art, 
 Who shall his Maker's laws revere, 
 
 And serve him with a willing heart. 
 Who owns fair Virtue for his guide. 
 Nor from her precepts turns aside ; 
 To him at once your heart resign, 
 And bless your faithful Valentine, 
 
 Though in this wilderness below 
 
 You still imperfect bliss shall find. 
 Yet such a friend will share each woe. 
 And bid you be to Heav'n resign*d : 
 While Faith unfolds the radiant prize. 
 And Hope still points beyond the skies. 
 At life's dark storms you'll not repine, 
 But bless the day of Valentine. 
 
 B 2 
 
( 44 ) 
 
 VALENTINE. 
 
 XO JR.. R. WRITTEN EXTEMPORE, FEB. 14, 1802, 
 
 CUSTOM, whose laws we all allow^ 
 
 And bow before his shrine, 
 Has so ordain'd, my Friend, that you 
 
 Are now my Valentine. 
 
 Ah, could my humble Muse aspire 
 
 To catch the flame divine ! 
 These are the gifts that Fd require 
 
 For thee, my Valentine ! 
 
 Ivfay Virtue o'er thy steps preside 
 
 And in thy conduct shine; 
 May Truth and Wisdom ever guide 
 
 And guard my Valentine. 
 
( 45 ) 
 
 May Piety, seraphic maid ! 
 
 Her influence divine 
 Shed on thy head, and ever lead, 
 
 And bless my Valentine. 
 
 Life's dangVous paths safe may^t thou tread, 
 
 Shielded by Grace divine; 
 And vvlien these artless lines are read, 
 
 Think on thy Valentine! 
 
 D 
 
( 46 ) 
 
 TO Ali 
 
 ACQUAINTANCE, 
 
 ON HER MARRIAGE — ACCOMPANIED BY ▲ SMALL 
 
 PRESENT, 1802. 
 
 THOUGH small the gift to you I send, 
 
 Acceptance let it meet, 
 For even trifles from a Friend 
 
 To Friendship's eye, are sweet, 
 
 O may you ev'ry blessing prove 
 
 The marriage state can give ; 
 Enjoy the sw^eets of mutual love. 
 
 And blest, and blessing, live I 
 
 And may the Youth whom you prefer 
 Prove worthy of your choice ; 
 
 May he his Maker's laws revere, 
 And in his ways rejoice. 
 
( i7 ) 
 
 For Piety can cheer the mind 
 Which various cares depress, 
 
 Can give, (what worldHngs never find) 
 Contentment, joy, and peace ! 
 
 Though gloomy prospects should arise 
 
 And cast a shade around.; 
 Confide in him who built the skies, 
 
 In him your help is found. 
 
 All those who on his aid depend. 
 
 Who in his name confide, 
 Shall find in him a faithful Friend, 
 
 A Father, and a Guide. 
 
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( 48 ) 
 
 ELEGY 
 
 ON THE DEATH OF MRS. T. WITHERS, APRIL, 180: 
 
 THE BLESSING OF HIM THAT WAS READY TO PERISH 
 ** CAME UPON HER, AND SHE CAUSED THE HEART OF 
 " THE WIDOW AND THE ORPHAN TO SING FOR JOY." 
 
 ONCE more my weeping Muse attunes her lyre, 
 Once more she tries the elegiac strain ; 
 
 And though she boasts no rich poetic fire, 
 Nor forms a wish the meed of Fame to gain ; 
 
 Yet doth this heart with warm affection glow, 
 Soft gratitude my feeble lays inspire, 
 
 Withers, for thee these streaming sorrov.s flow. 
 For thee, to mournful notes, T touch the lyre. 
 
( 49 ) 
 
 Yes, my lov'd Benefactress ! in this heart 
 Thy cherish'd image evermore shall dwell, 
 
 Nor from thy lovM idea will I part, 
 
 Long as this falt'ring tongue thy worth can tell 1 
 
 Dear, gen'rous guardian of my early years, 
 
 With grateful tenderness I oft review 
 Thy kind solicitude, thy watchful cares, 
 
 Till sorrowing thoughts, my tearful grief renew. 
 
 Whene'er in Folly's path I heedless stray'd. 
 Thy friendly voice my erring steps reprov'd j 
 
 I heard the call, and eagerly obey'd. 
 
 In hope once more to be by thee approved. 
 
 But now no more can I thy aid receive, 
 
 That aid, which all who sought, were sure to gain. 
 
 For 'twas thy greatest pleasure to relieve, 
 And sooth the victim of disease and pain. 
 
( so ) 
 
 The wretched and the poor were still thy care, 
 The weak and needy, found in thee a friend ; 
 
 For thee to heav'n the Widow's fervent pray'r. 
 For thee the Orphan's blessings did ascend ! 
 
 Yon sorrowing throng, whom late thy bounty fed, 
 Who from thy lib'ral hand found sure relief. 
 
 Now mourn in tears their Benefactress dead, 
 And in pathetic strains, express their grief! 
 
 See drown'd in tears, yon lately smiling band 
 Of helpless Infants, who thy loss deplore. 
 
 Now fill'd with grief the artless mourners stand. 
 And weeping tell, that Withers is no more ! 
 
 Yet while we mourn thy loss, we'll raise our eyes. 
 And view by faith the palm and starry crown ; 
 
 Faith shall unfold the glories of the skies. 
 And point to joys that lire beyond the tomb ! 
 
( 51 ) 
 
 Why then lament ?— Sure they are greatly blest 
 Who to their Saviour can their souls entrust, 
 
 For them he hath prepared a place of rest, 
 W^here Hope itself is in fruition lost. 
 
 No longer then of Withers' death complain, 
 Rather rejoice that all her sufF'rings cease ; 
 
 For her " to live, was Christ, to die was gain," 
 And now she triumphs in the realms of peace i 
 
( 52 ) 
 
 ELEGY 
 
 ON TIJE DEATH OF THE LATE DR. ROBERT CAPPE, 
 
 On a voj'age to Italy, for the recovery of his health*, 
 November 16, ISO?. 
 
 IF modest worth and sweetness could obtain 
 A respite from the tyrant's conquering hour, 
 
 Lamented Cappe ! then had we not in vain 
 Implor'd for thee. Health's renovating pou V. 
 
 But ah ! nor prayers, nor tears can ought avail 
 To ward from thee, the last decisive blow, 
 
 With grief we see each varied method fail, 
 Compeird to leave thee to the ruthless foe ! 
 
 * He attended the Author in a severe illness alrcadj' alluded to, in 
 the year 1900, and was happily instrumental to her recover)'. 
 
 EniTon. 
 
( 53 ) 
 
 Say ye, who oft have felt his healing aid, 
 And blest the hand by which ye were restored ; 
 
 How great the tenderness which he displayed. 
 What anxious kindness in each gentle word ! 
 
 Mute is that tongue, whose soothing accents cheer'd 
 The languid soul, by Sickness dire opprest ; 
 
 Clos'd are those eyes, which, when Distress appear'd. 
 Spoke the warm feelings of a gen'rous breast 1 
 
 That heart which keenly felt for others' woe, 
 Has ceas'd to beat, and can be pain'd no more; 
 
 O'er his pale corpse the wat'ry billows flow. 
 Far distant from his once lov'd native shore * ! 
 
 * See Memoirs of his Life, by the Rev. Charles Wellbeloved, affixed 
 to a volume of Sermons, lately published, of his late Father's, the 
 Rev, Newcome Cappe- = .-,„, Editor. 
 
( 54 ) 
 
 What ! though no sculptured monument appears, 
 No pompous epitaphs his praise express. 
 
 From num'rous eyes the tributary tears 
 
 Far more than words, his real worth express ! 
 
 Mysterious Heav'n ! how wond'rous are thy ways ! 
 
 Yet let not us presume those ways to scan, 
 Kor dare, 'gainst God, a murm'ring thought to raise, 
 
 For resignation, is the part of man. 
 
( 55 ) 
 
 INVITATION 
 
 TO THE SACRAMENT. 
 
 TME Lord of hosts a feast prepares. 
 And bids the poor and needy come ; 
 
 Ye wanderers haste ! for he declares 
 For every sinner there is room. 
 
 Ye broken-hearted, self-abhorr'd, ^ 
 Who groan beneath the weight of sin, 
 
 Approach the table of the Lord, 
 His word hath power to make you clean. 
 
 Ye faithful followers of the Lord, 
 Whom the unthinking world despise, 
 
 Who boldly dare his love record. 
 
 Now let your pray'is, like incense, rise. 
 
( S6 ) 
 
 Here, in the mystic bread and wine, 
 Your Saviour's death you see displayed ; 
 
 Here, the Redeemer's glories shine, 
 'Tis here his faithful ones are fed. 
 
 Behold ! his body bruisM and torn, 
 MangPd and scourg'd by cruel men ; 
 
 See on his head the thorny crown. 
 The crown of agony and pain ! 
 
 Those feet, " so beautiful," which brought 
 " Good tidings of salvation'* nigh ; 
 
 Those hands, so oft in pray'r stretch'd out^ 
 Now on the cross extended lie ! 
 
 The soldiers mocking, bend the knee 
 And ** Hail King of the Jews," exclaim, 
 
 M^hilst bare contempt, and infamy. 
 Are heap'd upon his sacred uame ! 
 
( 57 ) 
 
 Those voices, which so lately cry'd 
 " Hosanna to king David's Son," 
 
 Now shout, " Let him be crucified," 
 And Jo ! the impious deed is done ! 
 
 Behold him on the accursed tree. 
 Behold the blood flow from his side : 
 
 Sinner, that blood was shed for thee ; 
 For thee, thy Lord and Saviour dy'd ! 
 
 Ye who this Saviour love, draw near. 
 Once more your sacred cov'nant seal. 
 
 His own blest ordinance revere. 
 And all your wants to him reveal. 
 
 Wayfaring pilgrims, bound for Heav'n, 
 And traveling through a dangVous road. 
 
 Lord, let thy grace to us be giv'n. 
 And guide us to thy blest abode ! 
 
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C 58 ) 
 
 May all who now assemble here, 
 And Jesus " Lord and Master" call, 
 
 In yon bright realms of bhss appear, 
 Where God, we know, is " all in all*.** 
 
 * 1 Cor. XV. 24—29, 
 
( 59 ) 
 
 ON 
 
 MY BIRTH. DAY, 
 
 MARCH 5, 1803. 
 
 AND now another year is gone, 
 Another natal hour I view ; 
 
 The past will never more return, 
 O may I wpU begin the new I 
 
 May I devote this year to God, 
 And in his service spend my days, 
 
 Direct my conduct by his word. 
 And only live, his name to praise ! 
 
 May I resolve to bear the cross. 
 
 My Saviour's steps with zeal pursue, 
 
 To count my highest gain but loss. 
 Till faith and love my soul renew ! 
 
 E2 
 
( 60 ) 
 
 If Sin entice my wand'ring heart. 
 Or Pleasure's form my soul allure ; 
 
 Oh may I feci Contrition's smart. 
 Nor rest, till I obtain the cure ! 
 
 As life's delusive maze I tread, 
 Still let me in thy name confide ; 
 
 Amidst the dangers round me spread. 
 Do thou vouchsafe to be my guide ! 
 
( 61 ) 
 
 ADDRESSED 
 
 DURING MY OWN SEVERE ILLNESS, 
 
 TO THE KINDEST OF HUSBANDS. 
 
 WHY heaves my Richardson that piercing sigh ? 
 
 Why thus to unavailing grief give way ? 
 Why dost thou raise to Heav'n that mournful eye. 
 
 That agonizing look of deep dismay ? 
 
 What 1 though disease has o'er thy Charlotte spread 
 Its pallid hue, and withered every bloom, 
 
 Though balmy health from her pale cheek is fled. 
 And wasting sickness bears her to the tomb i 
 
 Ah ! why regret that all her pains shall cease ? 
 
 Why sorrow, that her weary days are past ? 
 That in yon mansions of eternal peace, 
 
 Her steadfast soul shall find relief at last. 
 
 E$ 
 
C 62 ) 
 
 There, sin and sorrow shall assail no more 
 Her happy spirit; there, increasing joy 
 
 Shall fill her soul ; and ever to adore 
 Her God and Saviour, be her sweet employ 1 
 
 Fain would she bow submissive to his will, 
 Nor at her Maker's dread decree repine. 
 
 Would bid each rising, murmuring thought, be still, 
 And calmly thee, her best belov'd 1 resign. 
 
 But ah ! fond Nature, hero asserts her claim, 
 And re-assumes her empire in this breast. 
 
 Affection binds me with her powerful chain. 
 For who like me, have been so truly blest I 
 
 Unequaird love and tenderness were thine. 
 Which time not lessen'd, but the more increas'd; 
 
 In thee the lover and the friend combine. 
 Deep in my heart, thy kindness is impressed. 
 
( 63 ) 
 
 WHEN THREATENED 
 
 WITH AN INVASION, 
 
 In the Summer of 1803. 
 
 ALMIGHTY God, with pitying eye, 
 Look down upon our troubled land, 
 
 To thee alone for aid we cry, 
 
 We trust in thy all-pow'rful hand : 
 
 Once more let war and discord cease, 
 
 Restore again the joys of peace ! 
 
 With grief and shame, Lord, we confess 
 
 That our iniquities abound ; 
 Our sins, alas ! are numberless. 
 
 Light in the balance we are found ] 
 Whilst vice on ev'ry side we see, 
 How dare we lift our eyes to thee ! 
 
 E4 
 
( 64 ) 
 
 Thy holy sabbaths are profaned ; 
 
 Each daring sinner, slights thy word ! 
 Thy sacred name how oft blasphem'd ; 
 
 What multitudes forget their God ! 
 Lord, humble in the dust we own 
 Our sins have call'd thy judgments down ! 
 
 A favourM nation we have been. 
 Blest with the gospel's joyful sound ; 
 
 Justice in Britain held her reign, 
 
 And faithful pastors there were found : 
 
 —Well may we fear, so base we've prov'd. 
 
 Our gospel light may be remov'd ! 
 
 Yet, are there not a pious few 
 
 Who deeply mourn these ills to see ? 
 
 For Zipn's welfare who renew, 
 Their supplications Lord to thee ! 
 
 Vouchsafe to hear their earnest pray'r, 
 
 And our endanger'd country spare ! 
 
( 65 ) 
 
 PARAPHRASE 
 
 WRITTEN IN MY DEAR HUSBANd's LAST ILLNESS. 
 
 ■■' LEAVE THY FATHERLESS CHILDREN, I WILL PROTECT 
 
 " THEM, AND LET THY WIDOWS TRUST IN ME." 
 
 JER. Xlix. 11. 
 
 * WHY is thy heart with grief opprest ? 
 
 * And why hath sorrow fill'd thy breast ? 
 
 < These flowing tears restrain ; 
 < Still to thy Maker's will, divine 
 
 * Submissive bow, nor dare repine 
 
 ' At ought he shall ordain ! 
 
( 66 ) 
 
 * Commit thyself to me, thy Lord, 
 
 * Repose thyself upon my word, 
 
 * And in my truth confide ; 
 
 * Thy tender babes shall be my care, 
 
 ^ I'll guard them from each hurtful snare, 
 
 * And for their wants provide. 
 
 * If they my statutes shall observe, 
 
 * t them from evil will preserve, 
 
 * And be their constant friend ; 
 
 * I'll bless them with my saving grace, 
 
 < ril lead them through the paths of peace, 
 
 * To joys that never end. 
 
 * No longer then in sadness grieve, 
 
 * But in my promises believe, 
 
 * Which steadfast are and sure ; 
 
 * Thy dearest comforts now resign, 
 
 * And raise thy thoughts to joys divine, 
 
 * And to the end endure/ 
 
( 67 ) 
 
 Here then my soul, securely rest, 
 Nor let one anxious fear molest. 
 
 Or more disturb thy peace. 
 Whatever thy Maker shalt decree, 
 Is wise, and good, and best for thee. 
 
 His ways are righteousness. 
 
 And thou, dear partner of my heartj 
 Repine not, though we now must part, 
 
 But with submission bow. 
 For He who crown'd our marriage state 
 With blessings numerous and great. 
 
 Can higher bliss bestow. 
 
 United by the tend'rest love. 
 Severe indeed the stroke will prove 
 
 That shall that union rend ; 
 Though painful now to part, yet soon 
 'We meet where sorrow is unknown, 
 
 "Where joy shall never end. 
 
( 68 ) 
 
 AFTER THE 
 
 DEATH 
 
 OF MY DEAR HUSBAND, 1804. 
 
 BEREFT of all I lov'd below. 
 Of all that could this life endear, 
 
 My blooming prospects changed to wo, 
 How gloomy does the scene appear! 
 
 Whatever way I turn mine eyes. 
 No gleam of comfort can I see, 
 
 For all that my fond heart could prize 
 Was centred, Richardson ! in thee. 
 
 Yes, thou wert dearer to my soul 
 
 Than all this flattVing world can give ; 
 
 My life, my treasure, and my all. 
 For thee alone I wish'd to live ! 
 
( 69 ) 
 
 Fondly I dream'd of lasting bliss, 
 But ah 1 how soon my dream was broke! 
 
 And all my boasted happiness 
 Was ended, by that fatal stroke! 
 
 A Widow's mournful name I bear, 
 By sorrow and by care opprest. 
 
 No sounds of joy salute mine ear. 
 And grief sits heavy on my breast. 
 
 My Infant smiles and looks so gay. 
 
 Redoubling every pain I feel : 
 To grief and mis'ry a prey. 
 
 What can my wounded bosom heal ? 
 
 My God ! to thee I raise mine eyes, 
 
 Calm resignation I implore ; 
 O let no murmuring thought arise. 
 
 But humbly, let me still adore. 
 
( TO ) 
 
 With meek submission, may I bear 
 Each needful cross thou shall ordain ; 
 
 Nor think my trials too severe, 
 Nor dare thy justice to arraign. 
 
 For though mysterious now thy ways 
 To erring mortals may appear. 
 
 Hereafter we thy name shall praise 
 For all our keenest sufferings here. 
 
 Now, Lord, thy needful aid afford, 
 Nor let me sink in deep despair. 
 
 Aid me to trust thy sacred word, 
 To find my sweetest comforts there. 
 
 Though thorns and briers choke the way 
 My trembling feet are doom'd to tread ; 
 
 Though clouds of terror and dismay 
 Are bursting o'er my helpless head j 
 
( 71 ) 
 
 Yet Faith unveils a brighter scene, 
 Where all life's painful conflicts cease. 
 
 Where no dark clouds e'er intervene. 
 No sorrows e'er disturb our peace ! 
 
( 72 ) 
 
 TO 
 
 MY INFANT ASLEEP. 
 
 SLEEP on, sweet babe, for thou canst sleep ! 
 
 No sorrows rend thy peaceful breast, 
 Thy pensive Mother wakes to weep, 
 
 Depriv'd by grief, of balmy rest 1 
 
 May angels watch around thy bed, 
 Thee safe from ev'ry ill defend ; 
 
 May Heav'n unnumber'd blessings shed. 
 And be thy never failing friend ! 
 
 Sleep on, sleep on, my baby dear, 
 Thy little heart from sorrow free. 
 
 Knows not the anxious pangs that tear 
 
 Thy Mother's breast, sweet babe, for thee ! 
 
( 73 ) 
 
 Soft be thy slumbers, Sorrow's child I 
 Serene and tranquil be thy rest ; 
 
 Oft have thy smiles my tears beguil'd, 
 And sooth'd my agitated breast 1 
 
 Thine infant tongue has never known 
 A father's name, nor can thine eyes 
 
 Recal to mind the graceful form, 
 That low in Death's embraces lies ! 
 
 But I, in thee delight to trace, 
 That form, so tenderly belov'd ! 
 
 To picture in thy smiling face 
 
 His image, far from earth remov'd ! 
 
 His pious careg thou canst not share. 
 Nor can he guide thy tender youtb. 
 
 Or guard thee from each hurtful snare, 
 Or lead thee in the paths of truth I 
 
 F 
 
( 74 ) 
 
 The sad, yet pleasing task, be mine 
 To virtue's ways, thy mind to form, 
 
 To point to thee those truths divine, 
 Which in the gospel are made known, 
 
 AVith Reason's dawn thou shalt be taught. 
 Thy father's God betimes to know; 
 
 The wonders he for us liath wrought. 
 Shall be thy mother's task to show. 
 
 Each rising, and each setting sun. 
 Thy little hands in pray'r shall raise, 
 
 And early, shalt thine infant tongue 
 Be taught to lisp thy Maker's praise ! 
 
( 75 ) 
 
 TO 
 
 MY DEAREST FRIEND M.S 
 
 ON HER BIRTH. DAY, 
 
 TO hail my Mary's natal day, 
 The Muse her simple tribute brings y 
 
 Accept, dear friend, the artless lay 
 Which from affection's bosom springs. 
 
 Oh Mary, may each added year, 
 Be with increasing comforts crown'd | 
 
 May no corroding, anxious care. 
 
 No adverse storms your bosom wound ! 
 
 How many in their early bloom, 
 Who vainly banish'd every fear, 
 
 Are sleeping in the silent tomb, 
 Whilst you are spar'd another year ? 
 
 F2 
 
( 76 ) 
 
 Too many have unheeded past, 
 
 And death may now be drawing nigh ; 
 
 This year perhaps may be your last — 
 Are you, my friend, prepar'd to die? 
 
 Should you now hear the awful sound, 
 " The bridegroom comes, ye dead arise, 
 
 *' Awake, ye prisoners of the tomb, 
 
 " And meet your Saviour in the skies." 
 
 Could you with hope lift up your head, 
 And joy to see the judge appear ? 
 
 Or would your soul be fili'd with dread. 
 Overwhelmed with agonizing fear? 
 
 O may the pow'r of truth divine, 
 Shine forth in radiant lustre bright. 
 
 Dispel all darkness from your mind, 
 And fill your soul with heav'nly light ! 
 
( 77 ) 
 
 Then shall you find this maxim true, 
 *' Religious paths, are paths of peace," 
 
 Her pleasures are for ever new, 
 Her precepts lead to happiness. 
 
 Should threat'ning storms around you rise, 
 And temporal prospects dark appear. 
 
 Religion points beyond the skies. 
 She bids you hope for comfort there. 
 
 F3 
 
( 78 ) 
 HE SLEEPS. 1805. 
 
 OFT as I wander round the spot. 
 
 To Sorrow sacred madej 
 Beneath whose consecrated turf. 
 
 My Richardson is laid ; 
 My bleeding heart again recalls 
 
 Past hours of heart-felt bliss, 
 Whilst mem'ry only serves to make 
 
 My sorrows flow afresh ! 
 
 But soft ! nnethinks I hear a voice 
 
 Descending from above 
 Which cries, ' my chastening hand I lay 
 
 ^ On those I dearly love ; 
 ^ To try their faith, their love to me, 
 
 * I bid their joys decrease, 
 
 * But all who on my word rely, 
 
 * In me find perfect peace.' 
 
( 79 ) 
 
 My God ! I hear thine awful voice, 
 
 And dare no more repine, 
 Humbled beneath thy mighty arm, 
 
 I own the stroke divine ! 
 rU strive to overcome this grief; 
 
 Assist me with thy grace. 
 And let me in affliction's hour, 
 
 Possess my soul in peace ! 
 
 For ah ! why sliould this wayward heait 
 
 In fruitless sorrow mourn, 
 Since pain and sorrow are the lot, 
 
 Of all of woman born ; 
 My Richardson from every woe 
 
 Has found a sweet release, 
 And in the mansions of the tomb. 
 
 He sleeps, and is at peace ! 
 
 F 4 
 
( 80 ) 
 
 No more can Envy's secret sting 
 
 Its pois'nous canker spread, 
 Malice and Calumny no more 
 
 Their baneful venom shed, 
 Vain are their efforts now to wound, 
 
 Their idle rage may cease, 
 For safe within the silent tomb, 
 
 He sleeps, and is at peace 1 
 
 But chief, no more the tyrant Sin, 
 
 Can e'er his soul enslave. 
 The captive's loosen'd from his chains, 
 
 Through Jesu's pow'r to save ; 
 His lyarfare now is at an end, 
 
 And all his conflicts cease. 
 For ever freed, he now enjoys, 
 
 Uninterrupted peSce ! 
 
( 81 ) 
 
 But, when th' Archangel's voice is heard, 
 
 Resounding through the skies, 
 (That voice which cleaves the pond'rous tombs. 
 
 And bids the dead arise) 
 The graves obedient hear the call. 
 
 Their prisoners release. 
 And all who sleep in Jesus now. 
 
 Shall reign with him in peace. 
 
 May I, at that tremendous hour. 
 
 With holy joy awake. 
 And, with the ransom'd of the Lord, 
 
 In endless bliss partake ; 
 My Richardson I then shall join, 
 
 Where pain and parting cease. 
 And spend a sweet eternity, 
 
 In harmony and peace. 
 
( 82 ) 
 SONNET 
 
 ADDRESSED TO MR. M— — R*, 
 JUNE 1S05. 
 
 MATHER, 'tis thine, with heav'n-directed skill, 
 
 To stay the progress of th' insidious foe, 
 To bid the palhd cheek, where sickness reigns, 
 
 Once more with health's reviving tints to glow. 
 O may that skill, exerted for- his aid, 
 
 Once more succeed my infant to restore ; 
 That I no longer may his sufF'rings mourn, 
 
 Or, in my child, again his Sire deplore ! 
 
 Then shall my fervent pray'rs for thee ascend, 
 To him, who oft hath crown'd thee with success. 
 
 My infant too shall join his voice with mine. 
 The kind restorer of his health, to bless ! 
 
 May heaven indulgent, grant me this request 
 
 And peace again shall reign within my troubled breast. 
 
 * An eminent Surgeon who kindly attended the Infant Editor. 
 
( 83 ) 
 
 PRAYER 
 
 FOR MY AFFLICTED CHILD, 
 JULY 1805. 
 
 GREAT God ! with revVence I draw near 
 
 And bow before thy throne, 
 Vouchsafe to bend a gracious ear 
 
 Whilst I my griefs make known. 
 Maternal love awakes my fears, 
 Maternal love excites my tears. 
 To thee I fly for succour Lord, 
 For who, but Thou, canst help afford? 
 
 O let me not in vain implore 
 
 Thy kind, thy healing aid, 
 But now let thy Almighty pow'i* 
 
 Be for my help displayed : 
 
( 84 ) 
 
 O hear a widowM mother's pray'r, 
 My infant's life in pity spare, 
 Preserve my child, his sickness heal, 
 Compassionate the grief I feel. 
 
 With pitying eye his sufF'rings view, 
 
 His agonies severe* : 
 Now, while I for thy mercy sue. 
 
 For his relief appear : 
 O Thou who art the widow's friend, 
 In mercy to my aid descend. 
 Now speak the sweet reviving word, 
 " Tiiy prayer is heard, thy child's restor'd." 
 
 Biat if, (for well thou knowst, O Lord) 
 
 His future life would be. 
 Such as by thee would be abhorr'd, 
 
 A life of infamy : 
 
 * The Infant was at this time afflicted with a most excruciating 
 jmiu in his head Editor, 
 
( 85 ) 
 
 If he thy sacred laws would slight, 
 And in the paths of vice delight, 
 O save him from this dreadful doom, 
 And snatch him from the ills to come ! 
 
 Keenly indeed my heart will feel 
 
 The separating blow, 
 Yet, Lord, thy grace ray wounds can heal. 
 
 Can soften every woe ; 
 From Thee I did my child receive, 
 To thee that dear lov'd child I give. 
 The pray'r my soul would now make known 
 Is, " not my will, but thine be done." 
 
 Be life, or death, ordain'd his lot, 
 
 1 am, O Lord, rfesign'd, 
 Nor would I breathe a murm'ring thought 
 
 At aught by thee assigned ; 
 
( 86 ) 
 
 Though Nature mourns, yet Grace shall rise 
 And view my child in yonder Ikies, 
 There, when the storms of life are o'er, 
 Grant we may meet, to part no more. 
 
i 87 ) 
 
 TO 
 
 MRS. P— , NORTH-STREET. 
 
 HOW oft, my dearest friend, your happy state 
 
 Recalls past images of bliss to view, 
 When I enjoy'd felicity as great, 
 
 As that, my Anna, now possess'd by you I 
 
 Like yours, my days once glided smoothly on, 
 No soul-corroding grief prey'd on my breast ; 
 
 Now, sad reverse, those peaceful days are gone, 
 Remembrance only tells, I once was blest ! 
 
 Through yonder groves, to catch the cooling breeze 
 Of evening mild, we oft were wont to stray, 
 
 Mark where the moon-beams glitter thro' the trees, 
 Or on the water's trembling surface play ! 
 
( 83 ,1 
 
 AVith what delight our raptuiM eyes survey'd 
 Yon azure vault where worlds unnumber'd roll; 
 
 And our united adoration paid 
 
 To Him whose arm sustains the wond'rous whole. 
 
 But now, these scenes which once could give delight, 
 Though still their matchless glories are the same, 
 
 In vain present their beauties to my sight, 
 And court the notice of mine eyes in vain. 
 
 No longer Richardson this pleasure shares, 
 And all without him seems a dreary void ; 
 
 The world appears a wilderness of cares. 
 My every plan of happiness destroyed 1 
 
 You too, my Anna, when your sand is run, 
 Must quit the object of your tend' rest love, 
 
 Or else with tears bedew a husband's urn, 
 And all a widowM mother's anguish prove. 
 
( 89 ) 
 
 If such your lot, O may that gracious God 
 Who makes the Widow his peculiar care, 
 
 Support you uuder his chastising rod. 
 Until the perfect joys of Heav'n you share. 
 
( 90 ) 
 
 THE WIDOW: 
 
 IMITATED 
 
 ^rom a Piece of Mr* Montgomerf's of Sheffield, 
 
 WHAT murm'ring sounds are those I hear 
 Which, floating on the dying breeze. 
 
 Bespeak some thoughtful wand'rer near ? 
 
 Attain ! what mournful notes are these ? 
 
 'Tis the lone Widow's plaintive moan 
 Resounding through the solemn shade. 
 
 She comes to seek the humble stone 
 
 That tells her, where her love was laid : 
 
 On the fresh grave she turns her eyes. 
 
 Where all that was her treasure lies ; 
 
 Not for herself alone her sorrows flovr, 
 
 A Mother's love augments the Widow's woe ! 
 
( 91 ) 
 
 The Infant, cradled on her breast, 
 
 Unconscious of its Mother's woe, 
 Enjoys the sweets of tranquil rest 
 
 Nor feels the winds that round him blow. 
 With soften'd eye the Mother views 
 
 That countenance, so mild, so fair, 
 And her fond fancy loves to muse 
 
 On the dear form reflected there. 
 But soon she starts with anguish wild 
 As gazing on her sleeping child 
 She sees his Father's image shine confest, 
 And clasps him closer to her throbbing breast. 
 
 The Babe awaking, lifts his head 
 
 And wonders why his Mother weeps — 
 
 He knows not, in that lowly bed, 
 Beneath that turf, his Father sleeps I 
 
 Each sportive art he vainly tries 
 Sonte fond endearment to obtain, 
 
 G2 
 
( 92 ) 
 
 To catch the notice of her eyes 
 
 And see her smile on him again ; 
 She heeds him not, her swelhng breast 
 By all a Widow's grief opprest, 
 While the big tears flow down her faded cheek 
 And piercing groans, her heartfelt anguish speak, 
 
 The winds that whistle o'er her head. 
 
 The rustling leaves that round her fall. 
 The gloom of Night's approaching shade, 
 
 Conspire the wand'rer to appal : 
 TThen Memory, too officious, tells 
 
 Of pleasures, now for ever flown, 
 Still on the dear remembrance dwellsc, 
 
 Till Reason totters on her throne : 
 Ah, then, what horrors shake her soul ! 
 What clouds of darkness round her roll ! 
 With frantic mien she seeks the darkest shades, 
 And wild Despair, her trembling frame invades, 
 
( 93 ) 
 
 Her weeping Babe affrighted clings 
 
 Around her neck ; his plaintive cries 
 Unloosens all the tender springs. 
 
 Bids each maternal feeling rise. 
 In him she sooths her wounded mind, 
 
 She feels her grief's excess reprov'd, 
 Views the sweet pledge still left behind. 
 
 The image of the saint she lov'd. 
 Though of her dearest hopes bereft. 
 Yet, thankful for the treasure left. 
 She bends to Heav'n with gratitude sincere. 
 And learns to trust, be patient, and revere, - 
 
 For lo ! descending from the skies. 
 In robes of orient light array'd. 
 
 Appears to glad her wond'ring e3^es 
 Religion 5 her reviving aid 
 
 Dispels the clouds drawn by Despair, 
 A brighter scene unfolds to view, 
 
 G3 
 
( S4 ) 
 
 Bids her on God repose her care, 
 Nor seek her sorrows to renew : 
 She points her to yon realms above 
 Where dwells the spirit of her love, 
 Instructs her how to bear the chast'ninsr rod- 
 And in Affliction's furnace, glorify her God. 
 
( 95 ) 
 
 ON THE ANNIVERSARY OF 
 
 OUR MARRIAGE, 
 
 OCT. 3\. 1805. 
 
 THREE fleeting years have past, since on this day 
 To Richardson my wilhng hand I gave; 
 
 Ere two were gone, I mourn'd his breathless clay. 
 And saw him laid in yonder silent grave. 
 
 Alas ! how quickly was my sun o'ercast, 
 
 Soon night's dark shade obscur'd his golden beams^ 
 
 How all my smiling prospects prov'd at last 
 As transient as the morning's airy dreams ! 
 
 Ah, why, too faithful Memory ! dost thou tell 
 Of scenes, which serve but to increase my pain, 
 
 Why on his varied excellencies dwell, 
 And make me feel the parting pang again ? 
 
 G4 
 
( 96 ) 
 
 Come, meek-ey'd Resignation, to my aid, 
 Suppress the rising sigh, the gushing tear, 
 
 Let thy mild mfluence my soul pervade, 
 
 Compose my griefs, my drooping spirits cheer. 
 
 Come, humble Faith, and to my longing eyes 
 Unfold the joys which happy spirits prove. 
 
 That I may strive to win the glorious prize. 
 And join with them to sing a Saviour's love. 
 
 Come, cheering Hope, and cast within the vai! 
 
 Thy anchor stedfast and for ever sure, 
 The promise of my Lord shall never fail, 
 
 " Blessed are they that to the end endure." 
 
 Come, holy Love, possess this heart of mine 
 From all tormenting cares my mind release, 
 
 And fit me for those realms of bliss divine. 
 Where Love shall reign when Faith and Hope shall 
 cease. 
 
( 97 ) 
 
 ON 
 
 JEING SLIGHTED BY SOME WHO HAD PROFESSED 
 
 LASTING FRIENDSHIP. 
 
 FRIENDSHIP ! thou oft abused name, 
 How seldom is thy sacred flame 
 
 By its professors known ; 
 Awhile they seem to be sincere^ 
 But if Adversity appear 
 
 How soon their love is gone ! 
 
 When prosperous fortune smil'd around, 
 A friend in ev'ry face I found. 
 
 Who seem'd devoid of art ; 
 By fair appearances deceiv'd. 
 Their friendship I sincere believed, 
 
 And plac'd them in my heart. 
 
( 98 ) 
 
 But when Adversity drew near 
 With aspect rugged and severe, 
 
 And seizM me as her prey ; 
 When Sorrow pierc'd my widow'd breast, 
 And adverse storms my soul opprest, 
 
 With anguish and dismay ; 
 
 When sinking underneath the blow, 
 Which laid my earthly comforts low^ 
 
 I sought relief to fmd 
 From those, who still to me were dear. 
 Too soon I found what seem'd sincere, 
 
 Was wav'ring as the wind. 
 
 'Tis in Affliction's dreary hour. 
 
 That Friendship's lenient hand should pour 
 
 The salutary balm, 
 Which in affection may be found 
 Of pow'r to heal the deepest wound, 
 
 To make the tempest calm. 
 
( 99 ) 
 
 But ah ! how little hare ye known 
 Of Friendship, who could thus disown 
 
 The victim of Distress ; 
 Could leave the mind by anguish torn, 
 In lonely misery to mourn. 
 
 Past scenes of happiness. 
 
 Their alter'd manners I essay, 
 With cool indifference to repay, 
 
 But vain the attempt is found. 
 The dear delusion cherish'd long, 
 Has every tender feeling wrunrr, 
 
 And open'd every wound, 
 
 Yet am I not of all bereft, 
 A little remnant yet is left. 
 
 Who still unchang'd remain ; 
 Whose hearts with kind compassion glow. 
 Who sympathize in every woe. 
 
 And soften every pain. 
 
{ 100 ) 
 
 O ye whose fost'ring bosoms melt. 
 At sorrows by another felt, 
 
 Ye friends so firm and true ; 
 So long as Memory holds her seat. 
 My heart shall never cease to beat, 
 
 With grateful love for you. 
 
 But chief, to him who bade your souls. 
 Responsive beat at Pity's calls. 
 
 My highest praise be given ; 
 And may the friendship now so sweet, 
 Be, when around his throne we meet, 
 
 Renew'd again in Heaven! 
 
( 101 ) 
 ODE 
 
 ON VISITING 
 
 THE RETREAT, 
 
 NEAR YORK; 
 
 4 House erected by the Society of Friends, for the reception of 
 Insane Persons. 
 
 HAIL to these tranquil shades, this calm retreat, 
 
 Scenes sacred to the children of Despair ! 
 Here mild Benevolence has fix'd her seat, 
 And here, the social Virtues oft repair. 
 
 Compassion tries each soothing art. 
 And Sympathy, with pitying eye. 
 
 Pours balm into the bleeding heart. 
 And breathes the sorrowing sigh ; 
 Here modest Meekness dwells, and here 
 Humanity dispels each fear ; 
 Attentive, they by every method strive. 
 The glimmering spark of reason to revive. 
 
I 102 ) 
 
 In safety here, the maniac wildly roves, 
 
 No curious eyes his wand'ring steps descry, 
 As swift he paces through these shady groves. 
 
 Or on the landscape casts his vacant eye. 
 Here, Melancholy, pensive child. 
 
 Sits listening to the wood-lark's strains, 
 Or in sad accents, sweetly wild. 
 Of all her fancied woe complains. 
 That downcast look, that head reclin'd, 
 Those tresses waving: with the wind, 
 The ruin of her lovely form, 
 Her dress neglected and forlorn, 
 All speak a mind by anguish torn — 
 While oft beneath the spreading shade, 
 Of yonder weeping willow laid. 
 She weaves fresh garlands for her lover's head 
 Then starts, and brcathlesslistensfor his well-known tread. 
 
( 103 ) 
 
 —Ye mourning relatives, suppress your fears. 
 For they whose fate, incessant you deplore, 
 Shall soon return to wipe away your tears, 
 
 And happiness again to you restore — 
 For lo, to calm the tumult of the hreasr. 
 Which madness had too long possest ; 
 To chase away the fiend. Despair, 
 To clear the brow of gloomy Care ; 
 Bid pensive Melancholy cease to mourn. 
 Culm Reason re-assume her seat; 
 Each intellectual power return, 
 Heaven bade this structure rise, and call'd it the Retreat. 
 
( lot ) 
 
 THANKSGIVING 
 
 FOR THE RECOVERY OF MY SICK INFANT. 
 
 *' CALL UPON ME IN THE TIME OF TROUBLE, 
 
 SO WILL I HEAR THEE, AND THOU SHALT PRAISE ME, 
 
 PSALM 1. 15. 
 
 BO WD down beneath a load of grief^ 
 
 Of sorrow and despair ; 
 No friend on earth to G:ive rehef. 
 
 To God I made my pra} 'r : 
 The sorrows of my heart I spread, 
 
 Before his "Mercy Seat ; 
 And all my secret woes displayed, 
 
 And cast tijem at his feet. 
 
( 105 ) 
 
 I urg'd the promise of my Lord, 
 
 '^ Ask and ye shall receive," 
 And mercy for my child implor'd, 
 
 Which he vouchsaf 'd to give ; 
 He turn'd my sorrow into joy. 
 
 My mourning into praise, 
 Restor'd again my lovely boy, 
 
 And lengthened out his days. 
 
 The waves of sorrow o'er my head 
 
 In quick succession flow'd, 
 And every ray of hope seem'd fled. 
 
 E'en as the morning cloud ; 
 But he who reigns above the skies, 
 
 Vv^hom heavenly hosts adore, 
 Vouchsaf'd to hear a Parent's cries, 
 
 And bade me weep no more. 
 
 H 
 
( 106 ) 
 
 From every clanger he defends, 
 
 To him my griefs are known, 
 He gives me kind and tender friends. 
 
 Who make these griefs their own ; 
 They try each sympathizing art, 
 
 To heal my wounded breast, 
 And deeply in a grateful heart 
 
 Their kindness is imprest. 
 
 What shall I render to the Lord 
 
 For all that he hath done. 
 His truth and mercy Til record. 
 
 And make his goodness known^. 
 Protected by Almighty love. 
 
 What more can I desire — 
 But that my future life may prove 
 
 Such as his laws require ? 
 
( 107 ) 
 SONNET 
 
 TO MJR. M R. 
 
 O WOULD the muse my feeble lays inspircj 
 And her celestial aid to me impart ; 
 
 Then might I boldly strike the sacred lyre, 
 And speak the grateful feelings of my heart. 
 
 By you restor'd, my darling child I view, 
 
 For God vouchsaf'd to bless your genVous aid, 
 
 And mantling o'er his cheeks, Healtli's roseate hue 
 Repairs the ravages disease had made. 
 
 O may that God, who first inspir'd your breast 
 With soft compassion, be your constant guard ; 
 
 Long may you live to succour the distrest, 
 A self-approving conscience your reward : 
 
 Till crown'd with years and honours, 3'ou remove 
 
 From earth to heaven to praise Redearaing Love, 
 
 H 2 
 
( 108 ) 
 
 ON MEETING ACCIDENTALLY WITH 
 
 SOME DRAWINGS COLOURED 
 
 BY MY DEAR BROTHER. 
 
 THE hand which drew this sportive scene. 
 And bade these vivid colours bloom, 
 
 Which I, with mournful pleasure see, 
 Lies mould'ring in the silent tomb 1 
 
 But well this small remembrance brings, 
 His dear lov'd image to my mind ; 
 
 Again, that placid form I view, 
 
 Which spoke a heart, compos'd and kind ; 
 
 And oft, while musing on his worth, 
 Soft stealing on my list'ning ear. 
 
 In accents, sweet as Angels ^breathe, 
 His well known voice I seem to hear. 
 
( 109 ) 
 
 ON THE DEATH OF 
 
 ADMIRAL NELSON. 
 
 NELSON, who oft has Britain's foes defy'd, 
 
 And o'er the seas maintain'd her sov'reign pow'r ; 
 
 Nelson, the scourge of France — Britannia's pride, 
 Now yields to Death, near yonder hostile shore. 
 
 Long had he been our Country's proudest boast, 
 And bore the marks of many a well-fought day j 
 
 Long had he prov'd a bulwark to our coast. 
 No danger could his fearless soul dismay. 
 
 Oft had the laurel wreath adorn'd his brows. 
 But all his toils and conquests now are o'er ; 
 
 See from his breast the crimson current flows, 
 He sinks ! he falls ! great Nelson is no more ! 
 
 H3 
 
( HO ) 
 
 Scar'd by the sight, lo Victory veils her head, 
 
 And crown'd with cypress gains Britannia's shores ; 
 
 Britannia mourns, her darling Hero dead, 
 
 And bath'd in tears her Nelson's loss deplores. 
 
 Illustrious Chief! still shall thy honoui'd name 
 To British hearts, be ever held most dear ; 
 
 Remotest ages shall thy praise proclaim, 
 And Nelson's memory gratefully revere. 
 
 By thy example fir'd, new chiefs shall rise, 
 And taught by thee for aid divine implore j 
 
 When shouts of victory rend tlie lofty skies. 
 
 By thee instructed. Heaven's great King adore. 
 
 Oft shall the seaman, wlien his toils are o'er, 
 Tell of the feats of war with honest pride ; 
 
 llclate the victory won on Nile's fam'd shore. 
 
 And boast, 'iwas there he fought by Nelson's side. 
 
( HI ) 
 
 For thee the muse shall raise the lofty straui, 
 
 And twine for thee the fairest flovv'rs that bloom ; 
 
 E'en I, the meanest of the tuneful train, 
 Would cast a simple flow'ret on thy tomb. 
 
 THE END. 
 
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