To sound the depths of love divine.
But whither am I going? Your Ladyship will excuse me; whilst I am writing, the fire kindles.
Thro’ all eternity to God,
A grateful song I’ll raise;
But O eternity’s to short,
To utter all his praise.
With expectation of another letter, and with hearty prayers for your temporal and spiritual welfare, I subscribe myself, honoured Madam,
Your Ladyship’s obedient servant,
G. W.