my kind
companion and loving wife
since God
did take her from me
hope in heaven
her face to see
He was an indulgent husband
And a tender parent
by profession a Methodist
And in heart and life
A sincere Christian
Forever conscious her heavenly birth
And dead to all the vanities on earth
Impatient to attain a purer claim
She lived superior to all lost toys of time
Impatient to attain a purer claim
She lived superior to all lost toys of time
She is not dead, but sleepeth
A sleep how calm, how blest
When Christ the spirit keepeth
The wearied frame hath rest.
She came forth as a flower
And was cut down
A sleep how calm, how blest
When Christ the spirit keepeth
The wearied frame hath rest.
She came forth as a flower
And was cut down
Death to me no gloomy shade
Oh that my ashes could persuade
Others to love him too (1787)
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