A Book of Christian Sonnets

by William Allen

Like ancient Sarah, thou wilt keep with care.

So shall thy future years, of unknown count,

Be years of honor, usefulness, and joy,

For thou wilt drink at Christian joy's pure fount,

And hopes, like these, will thy best thoughts employ—

'A glad exchange to me will sure be given,—

For death new life, for earth a glorious heaven!'

92. TO MRS. DOUGLASS, IN JAIL.