Poems, undated
The True Christian Hero
By Richard Baxter.
My lord hath taught me how to want
A place wherein to lay my head:
While he is mine, I'll be content
To beg, or lack my daily bread.
Heaven is my roof; Faith is my floor;
Thy love can keep me dry and warm;
Christ and thy bounty are my stone:
Thy angels keep me from all harm.
Must I forsake the soil and air,
Where first I drew my vital breath?
That way may be as near and fair;
Thence I may come to the by death.
All countries are my Father's lands,
Thy sun, thy love doth shine on all;
We may in all lift up pure hands,
And with acceptance on the call.
What if in prison I must dwell,
May I not then converse with thee?
Save me from sin, Thy wrath and hell,
Call me thy child—and I am free.
No walls nor bars can keep thee out; /
None can confine a holy soul.
The streets of heaven it walks about.
None can its liberty control.
Writen By F. K. Palmer
The Dying Wife to her Husband
I am passing through the waters, but a blessed shore appears—
Kneel beside me, husband dearest, let me kiss away thy tears:
Wrestle with thy grief as Jacob strove from midnight until day;
It may leave an Angel's blessing when it vanishes away.
Lay the babe upon my bosom, 'tis not long she can be there—
See how to my heart she nestles—'tis the pearl I love to wear.
If in after years, beside thee sits another in my chair,
Though her voice be sweeter music, and her face than mine more fair;
If a cherub call thee father, far more beautiful than this,
Love thy first born, oh, my husband, turn not from the motherless.
Tell her sometimes of her mother—you may call her Anna Jane;
Shield her from the winds of sorrow if she errs, oh, gently blame:
Lead her sometimes where I'm sleeping, I will answer if she calls,
And my breath will stir her ringlets, when my voice in blessing falls; /
And her soft blue eyes will brighten with a wonder whence it came
In her heart, when years pass o'er her, she will find her mother's name.
I will be her right hand angel, sealing up the good for Heaven,
Striving that the midnight watcher find no misdeed unforgiven.
You will not forget me, dearest, when I'm sleeping 'neath the sod;
Oh, love the upon my bosom as I love thee—next to God!
London Record.
[verso]
Palmer
DATABASE CONTENT
| (12706) | DL1798.041 | 189 | Other |
Tags: Children, Death (Home Front), Discipline, Family, Marriages, Nature, Poetry, Religion, Sadness
People - Records: 1
- (4431) [associated with] ~ Palmer, Francis King
SOURCES
Poems, undated, DL1798.041, Nau Collection
