Emerging to a world, vast, radiant, bright, and clear.60
Alas! that world, you see, is but a second womb.
Joy, comfort, happiness, are found beyond the tomb.
Within this fire a realm of wonders lies around;
Each atom’s here a Jesus;—balm to heal each wound.
This world I’m in’s reality;—not merely form.
The scene I’ve left’s all vanity;—food for the worm.
Come in, my mother; quick! Seize this auspicious hour.
Come in! Let opportunity not ’scape thy pow’r.
Come in; come in; in name of parent’s tenderness.