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We shall be happy, although clouds of gloom Should gather densely, and their shadows
spread Wherever it may be our lot to roam, Yet brighter far for this would be our heavenly
home.
TO MRS. LUCIA STRATTON.
[Rev. R. Stratton and lady, having received a missionary appointment to Sacramento City, parted from their numerous friends at the Madrid Station, on the Ogdensburgh and Champlain Railroad, Oct. 8th, 1851. As they started for the field of their future labours and sufferings in the service of Christ—as those affecting adieus were exchanged between parents and children—who shall tell how rich were the blessings invoked upon them by those who, like the writer, witnessed the tender scene ? The following lines, and many as yet unuttered prayers, are the tribute which affection offers to the memory of so excellent a friend.]
My heart goes with thee, far across the deep,
Unto that distant land— I see the waves of Sacramento sweep
Along the golden sand.
My heart goes after thee, in earnest prayer.
Where Jesus calls thee now; I seem to feel as thou wilt feel, while there
The winds of sorrow blow. |
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