There being many ladies assembled at the place,
She raised her eyes to heaven and begged supplying grace:
“Weep not, ye tender ladies, shed not a tear for me,
While my poor body’s burning, my soul the Lord shall see.
“Yourselves you need to pity, and Zion’s deep decay;
Dear ladies, turn to Jesus, no longer make delay.”
In comes her raving mother, her daughter to behold,
And in her hand she brought her the pictures deck’d with gold.
“O take from me these idols, remove them from my sight;
Restore to me my bible, wherein I take delight!—