This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1840 edition. Excerpt: ...beacon rising high and clear, Pointing from out the grovelling things of earth, To that bright realm where sorrow ne'er had birth. And Lucy Herbert loved to think, and gaze Upon that scene, well known in early days, When wandering with her sisters, forth they came To seek the lowly door of village dame ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1840 edition. Excerpt: ...beacon rising high and clear, Pointing from out the grovelling things of earth, To that bright realm where sorrow ne'er had birth. And Lucy Herbert loved to think, and gaze Upon that scene, well known in early days, When wandering with her sisters, forth they came To seek the lowly door of village dame; Or when with cordial by their mother sent, To the old cottage in the lane they went, To see the sick man on his humble bed, And feverish child within its cradle laid. Long sickness lingers in the poor man's home, And death most wished for seems most loath to come. The feverish child that fearful hour survived, Had now at woman's brightest bloom arrived; While the old father, scarcely half restored, His widowed state and helpless doom deplored. Yet Phebe nursed him well, and made his hearth Look clean and cheerful, though it wanted mirth; For theirs was real poverty to know, That fatal eankerworm so sure and slow, That oft from cheek of beauty eats the rose, And o'er the path of age its venom throws. 'Twas in this cottage first that Lucy found The reverend pastor of the hamlets round; A venerable man, with hoary hair, And staff in hand, meet sign of pastoral care. Here too she heard him read the words of truth, With well-timed counsel both for age and youth. And she would listen with attentive ear, Until that voice--its tones so firm and clear, Gave to those truths an impulse o'er her soul, Powerful alike to soften, and control. Little she learned of doctrine, less she knew Of points disputed by the learned few; But deep and ardent was her wish to prove How much she felt a dying Saviour's love; How yearned her bosom to redeem the time, The wasted moments of her girlish prime; And she would ask, in accents meek and low, That holy man to...
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