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MY SABBATH-SCHOOL CLASS. S9l |
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And thought I knew the tenderness With which thy bosom swells ;
But had not thought in such a world
To find a heart like thine, That could have borne the weaknesses
And all the faults of mine. ^
Jan., 1S48.
MY SABBATH-SCHOOL CLASS. Among the many ties that bind my soul To the bright home behind me, there is one, One tender link that memory often draws, Till the full tear comes swelling to my eye ! My Sabbath scholars—0 ! I love them well— That little group of happy, rosy girls, Who for instruction hung upon my lips, With whom I conversed oft on sacred things,— I see them now as when I met them there, In listening attitude, with thoughtful brow, And those clear eyes intently fix'd on mine. I loved them; but methinks the parting pang, The anxious tear, would more than be repaid Could this reflection evermore be mine,— I helped to sow the seed in those young hearts That shall spring up to everlasting life.
Feb., 1S43. |
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