The Snow-Drop by Sarah S. Mower
page 61 of 120 (50%)
page 61 of 120 (50%)
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A friend, than a father or mother more dear,
More close than a brother, this friend will adhere. Wouldst find that blest home? go, and follow the road, Which Christ and the prophets have marked out, to God; The Spirit will teach you, and guide, lest you stray, While legions of angels shall throng round your way. LINES TO A FRIEND IN AFFLICTION. AN ACROSTIC. D ark frowning clouds obscure thy sky, E ach future prospect fades; B ut there's a kind protector nigh, O n him rely for aid. R ich treasures are locked up in store, A ffliction turns the key; H ow oft when dreadful thunders roar, M ay showers bid famine flee. O sister, never yield to fears W hen tempests roar aloud, E 'en then, the bow of hope appears, R ich hues bedeck yon cloud. |
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