When the last trump shall sound its glad surprise.
Yes! there’s a land where pain shall be no more,
A land of smiles and joy, blest Canaan’s shore!
My Savior and his ransom’d ones are there;
Come, Death! to that bright world my spirit bear!
Charleston, August 2, 1840.
TO A MOTHER WITH A DYING CHILD.
Loosen thine arms, fond mother,
And let thy darling go!
Thou wouldst not hold him down to earth,