Earth’s evanescent pleasures could not lure
Thy heart from him who had thy love supreme.
No, dearest! rather would that heart endure
The utmost strength of persecution’s power,
Than e’er deny the friend who died for thee!
But now, dear angel! now thou art secure
From sorrow, and from sin’s dark tyranny!
Yes! thou art safe in Heaven, from sin and sorrow free!
XXI.
That head that lean’d upon our mother’s breast