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And disannul the sentence

Which dooms my house to woe.

Let tears of contrite love
My soul's pollution wash,

And more devout obedience prove
How I have felt the lash.

XI.

It may be God will hear me,

With loving mercy mild,
And send sweet hope to cheer me

For thee and for our child.
J felt his hand just now—

Methought its heat was gone, And on his late so feverish brow

A blessed moisture shone.

XII.

He utter'd not at waking

Those piteous cries of pain;
His head's perpetual aching

Hath sunk to rest again.
And thou art slumbering still—

I hear thee breathing deep;
God save thee from all threaten'd ill

By this refreshing sleep.

XIII.

Two sufferers meek and lowly
Have ye together been;

Thy heart, with patience holy
And humble faith, serene:

His pains so sweetly borne

Could ne'er have been, I guess,

Had God not soothed his heart forlorn With his own tenderness.

XIV.

The dawn at length is breaking

In yon clear frosty skies; Our servants now are shaking

The slumber from their eyes. 0 may the coming day

Bring health and peace to you, And summon me stern duty's way

More straightly to pursue.

DIRGE,

SUGGESTED IN SLEEP.

Away! away! away!
This earth's no longer gay;

For our child lies dead

In his grass-grown bed — Shall we lie there too? O yea!

ii.

Away! away! away!
All things look old and grey;

There's nought below

But death and woe —
Shall we love this world? O nay!

III.

Away! away! away!

Heaven's fields are bright and gay;

And our child dwells there

In the brightest air— Shall we follow him thither? O yea!

IV,

Away! away! away!

Though rugged and steep's the way,

Our child looks down

In his sunbright crown— Shall he look in vain? O nay!

v.

Away! away! away!
In the grave where Jesus lay—

Where our child lies now,

Shall I and thou
Sleep sound, sweet love? O yea!

VI.

Away! away! away!

To the realms of eternal day;
Our path we must win
Against sorrow and sin—

Shall we falter or faint? O nay!

FAREWELL TO HERNE BAY,

WRITTEN AT THE MOMENT OF DEPARTURE.

I.

Away! away! away!

Through the dancing waves and spray

Like light we glide

With wind and tide— Farewell to fair Herne Bay!

n.

Away! away! away!
We'll greet thee as we may;

Though we found thee glad,

And we leave thee sad, Thou'rt dear to us, Herne Bay.

in.

Away! away5 away!
O! little we thought, that day

When we near'd thy shore,

That we now, but four
Out of five, should leave Herne Bay.

n.

Away! away! away!
When the grass grows green and gay

On our infant's grave,

O'er the swift sea wave,
We'll seek thee again, Herne Bay.

V.

Away! away! away!

A treasure we leave for aye,
Which shall mark a track
For our fond hearts back

To thee and to thine, Herne Bay.

VI.

Away! away ! away!

Let's weep no more, but pray

That each aching breast

Of us four may rest
As the fifth rests in Herne Bay.

STANZAS.

I.

Was this too needed? must even thou, So firm in faith, so meek of heart, So chasten'd by long suffering, bow Once more beneath a bitterer smart Than earth's worst sorrows can impart To any unregenerate soul? Must thou, enfranchised as thou art So nearly from sin's dark controul, Still bleed beneath the stripes which make us sinners whole?

II.

I thought (ah vain and selfish thought!)
That all thy chastisements were o'er;

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