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 But know,

My child, this is a world of grief and change;

And 't is a high behest, beyond the lot

Of changeful earthliness and worldly pride,

Which thou art sent to finish. When the day

That brings the power of knowing right and wrong

Shall be to thee, whate'er thou art, and where,

Know this, and 'grave it on thy memory,

Thy father and thy mother, fearing God,

Did, on this day which gave thee life and light,

To Him that life and light devote. Know, then,

Thou must not think thyself thine own on earth,

For thou art wholly consecrate to God,

Born for His service, given for His praise.

So live that thou mayst honor Him, and then

Sit down in heaven with all the glorified.

, Aug. 5, 1835.

LEEP, baby, sleep!

Our cottage vale is deep;

The little lamb is on the green,

His snowy fleece is soft and clean,

Sleep, baby, sleep!

Sleep, baby, sleep!

I would not, would not weep;

The little lamb—he never cries—

How bright and happy are his eyes,

Sleep, baby, sleep!