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Rh  Of woman's tenderness. With flowery links Of soft persuasion, draw the erring soul Back from that beetling precipice, where foams The fiery flood of ruin. Toil to uproot Those weeds of Vice, that by the wayside spring, Or in the garden, 'mid its choicest flowers, Unblushingly intrude. Serenely show In thine own saintly life, the blessedness Of that meek mind, which Temperance and Peace Fair-handed sisters, guide in duty's path, And crown with beauty, that survives the tomb.

 

, weary spirit, to a realm of rest! Sorrow hath had her will of thee, and Pain, With a destroyer's fury prob'd thy breast, But thou, the victory through Christ didst gain; Rise, freed from stain.

Years wrote their history on thy furrow'd brow In withering lines; and Time like ocean's foam Swept o'er the shores of hope, till thou didst know Earth's emptiness. But now no more to roam Pass to thy home.

Blest filial Love rescu'd its freshest wreath Of changeless green and blooming buds for thee, And o'er thy bosom threw its grateful breath, When the waste world, but weeds of misery Spread for thine eye. 