God has recalled his own;
But let our hearts, in every woe,
Still say, "Thy will be done!"
Wm. H. Bathurst, 1829.
496 Frederick. 11s.
Death Not Fearful.
I would not live alway; I ask not to stay
Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way;
The few cloudy mornings that dawn on us here
Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer.