None will I spurn who pardon crave—
I came on earth the lost to save:
He loves the most whose debt is large—
That soul is heaven's peculiar charge.
GUILT.
If ever again I shall be free
Will the wreck of my life still haunted be?
Will the much loved friends in the days of yore
Spurn me from their open door?
TRUTH.
Those who bathe in Calvary's stream
Sin regard as a hideous dream;
My children clothed in white by me
A welcome meet where'er they be.
A Letter From Home.
BY NO. 24138.