The joys that point above the sky!

The only change that comes to them,

Is when they glow with brighter beam;

Like early morn’s delightful ray,

That brightens into perfect day!

January 13, 1840.

THE PRAYER OF THE WIDOW.

O, thou Almighty God, the widow’s friend!

Where lonely ones are weeping, comfort send!

Thou never wilt refuse thy tender aid,