Ours without money, without price may be bought.
For us they’ve been purchased by the Son of God,
At an infinite price—his own precious blood.
They wait our acceptance, may be ours if we choose,
’Tis life to accept them,—’tis death to refuse.
Weston, May 15, 1862.
An Acrostic.
Ah! what is this life? It’s a dream, is the reply;
Like a dream that’s soon ended, so life passes by.