“Daughter! thy lot is hard to bear,”
The spirit said, with healing tone,
“Submission, agony, and care,
Endur’d in silence and alone:
These are thy lot, and Mercy’s power
May not reverse the just decree;
Yet have I brought a priceless dower,
A gem from God’s own crown, to thee.
Hide the rich jewel in thy breast,
Deep in thy bosom’s holiest bow’r: