And is the happy moment come,
When Jesus hath recall'd thee home;
And wip'd off every tear,
And must we part no more to join,
Till all who tread the path divine,
Shall with their Lord appear.
Go happy saint by Jesus blest,
Of all that happiness possest,
Thy Saviour hath in store;
Thy conflict's now for ever past,
And thou from earth escap'd at last,
Hath reach'd the Heav'n, the Heav'nly shore.
Short and precarious is this life of ours,
Feeble as grass, and frail as blooming flowers;
May God protect from every adverse wind,
The tender plants which I have left behind;
A long farewell! dear wife, I bid to you,
My brethren all and social friends adieu !
Who was unfortunately killed, 21st March, 1799,
This stone was erected by his fellow Apprentices.
Ye generous youths whom sympathy has led,
To raise this sad memorial o'er my head;
Whilst grateful friendship heaves for me the sigh,
Remember, dear companions, you must die;
No human power can elude the blow,
Death uncontroll'd lays all distinctions low;
Then let religious virtue guide your ways,
That we may meet and join in endless praise.
Death at a cobler's door oft made a stand,
And always found him on the mending hand;
At last came death, in very dirty weather,
And ripp'd the sole from off the upper-leather.
Death put a trick upon him, and what was't?
The cobler call'd for's awl, death brought his last!
The conflict's past, corroding care adieu !
My anxious thoughts have had enough of you ;
But ah, my friends! when this sad stone you see,
Respect my children and remember me.
ON ROBERT CARLEY AND SONS.
'Tis God that lifts our comforts high,
Or sinks them to the grave;
He gives, and blessed be his name,
He takes but what he gave.
Fond parents cease, the falling tears refrain,
Cease to lament her fate, cease to complain;
Amongst the saints of Heav'n she's blest,
With endless joy and everlasting rest.
Here lieth one that once was born and cried,
Liv'd several years, and then-and then he died.
Who departed this life, March 16, 1806;
The following lines are inscribed at her own request, when departing this life.
Accept, dear shade, the tribute of a tear,
'Tis all poor mortals have to offer here;
It was thy worth, that caus'd those tears to flow,
Thy gentle sweetness made affection glow;
Too young thy babes, to miss a mother's care,
Or know the danger that await the fair.
But oh! the pangs that rend the husband's heart,-
Claspt in her arms, he saw her soul depart;
In all his sorrows let his joys be this :
She chang'd terrestrial for eternal bliss.
A promising child who was endeared to her fond parents, by her amiable disposition and dutiful behaviour,
Died, June 5, 1803; aged 7 years.
From all the chequer'd ills below,
Mary secure shall sleep;
Her little heart no pang shall know,
Her eyes no more shall weep.
Let sorrow for her early doom,
No more in silence sigh;
For hope that points beyond the tomb,
Bids every tear be dry.
ON MRS. MARGARET RUSSELL,
The' long bent down by sore affliction's weight,
Her heart too good to murmur at her fate;
With christian fortitude she bore her pain,
Till death consign'd her to the dust again.
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