She trusts her fragile bark with thee,--
O steer it well o'er life's rough sea.
And with an undivided heart,
Wilt thou, fair maiden, act thy part?

As pure let thine affections be,
As those white robes now worn by thee;
O keep the sacred holy trust,
Till these fair forms turn back to dust.

On seraph wings then may you soar,
Where friends are never parted more;
There with the Lord may each reside,
And Jesus own you as his bride.




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WRITTEN UPON THE DEATH OF MISS ELLEN N ... OF JAY.

ADDRESSED TO HER RELATIVES.

Ye gaze upon that fair young brow,
Where death's pale shade is resting now;--
Well, well may grief suffuse your eyes,--
Yet let no murm'ring thought arise,
To stain with guilt affection's tear,