Emma [Wingate]; Or, Recollections of a Friend, by M.A.B.

Emma [Wingate]; Or, Recollections of a Friend, by M.A.B.

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1850 edition. Excerpt: ...and faulty is my verse, Still will I to thee my love rehearse: Touch the sweet chord of hallow'd friendship dear, And breathe my feelings to thy list'ning ear. Thou wilt receive my simple strain of love, As emanating from the fount above. Yes, Mary! our's is celestial fire, Which through eternity will mount the higher; Jordan's cold flood shall never quench the flame--We'll fight the fight of faith, and urge our way To the fair portals of eternal day, Where friendship's beauteous flower will never die, For God, the Lamb, will all its need supply, From his vast ocean of unfathom'd love, Whose depths no angel mind can ever prove. But I will tell thee, Mary, how I prize Thy friendly soul, so void of all disguise: In thee, a sweet sharer of my weal and woe, I see rich streams of heavenly mercy flow; Streams of my father's love, on me pour'd down, To glad my soul and still the sorrowing moan, Which fain would rise from out my riv'n heart: For thou know'st, Mary, I've been call'd to part With such dear objects of my fondest care, Who, while below, did ev'ry sorrow share; Mourn'd when I moum'd, rejoic'd when I rejoic'd; But, ah! 'tis true, I ne'er shall hear the voice Of my lov'd father--guardian of my youth--Who taught my infant mind the love of truth; Smil'd on my op'ning years, and fondly strove To load me with his sweet paternal love. And art thou gone, my father? Yes; thy blest soul Hath reach'd the peaceful, the eternal goal, Where rude oppression never finds a place--Where ev'ry tear is wip'd from ev'ry face. Soon I hope to share thy rapturous joy, To tune my harp in unison with thine, And breathe mellifl uously the strain divine; Bask in the beam that fills thy soul with light, And make the glad exchange of faith for sight. Mary! the theme is...show more

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  • Paperback | 24 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 1mm | 64g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236556100
  • 9781236556103