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قراءة كتاب The Arm Chair
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class="i0">Though courteous, firm,—unwavering, though kind,
Pupil of Christ, he disciplined her mind.
Secluded long from active service here,
Yet bearing burdens in her proper sphere,
In humble waiting she was faithful found,
Until her fetters were in love unbound.
Her youthful Edward, bud of promise rare,
Was early called to bloom in regions fair;
Another cord, strong though unseen, to move
The heart to seek a resting place above.
Allen, when all around was clothed in night,
Passed from earth's darkness to eternal light.
Oh, what a blessed change to thee was given,
To sleep in Jesus and to wake in heaven;
Leave thy worn vestments with their earthly stain,
A spotless robe of righteousness to gain!
Passed from earth's darkness to eternal light.
Oh, what a blessed change to thee was given,
To sleep in Jesus and to wake in heaven;
Leave thy worn vestments with their earthly stain,
A spotless robe of righteousness to gain!
Ye who my being gave,—ye too have flown,
To join the ransomed round the eternal throne.
—The venerable sire, as death drew near,
Saw the vale awful, but devoid of fear;
He whom he loved was near him in that hour,
Death had no terrors and the grave no power.
Before thee, mother, rose a "brilliant path,"—
For thee thy Saviour had no looks of wrath.
Oh, ye had owned Him long, and at the last
His arm supported as ye Jordan passed!
To join the ransomed round the eternal throne.
—The venerable sire, as death drew near,
Saw the vale awful, but devoid of fear;
He whom he loved was near him in that hour,
Death had no terrors and the grave no power.
Before thee, mother, rose a "brilliant path,"—
For thee thy Saviour had no looks of wrath.
Oh, ye had owned Him long, and at the last
His arm supported as ye Jordan passed!
Thus one by one, in quick succession, go
Those who have laboured in the church below!
We dare not murmur as we kiss the rod,
Thou art our Helper, save thy church, O God!
Thine is the cause, thy frowns we dare not shun,
In earth and heaven alike, thy will be done!
Those who have laboured in the church below!
We dare not murmur as we kiss the rod,
Thou art our Helper, save thy church, O God!
Thine is the cause, thy frowns we dare not shun,
In earth and heaven alike, thy will be done!
Tell me, my Old Arm Chair, when thou wert young,
Were Quaker parlours with gilt pictures hung?
Did any Quaker to his image fall,
A household idol placed against the wall?
Ah, well might honest Catharine cry to pride,
"Abomination!" as she turned aside.
—But times are altered; splendid mansions glow,
And gilded mirrors humble Quakers show.
With Turkey carpets are their parlours spread,
While silken curtains hang about their bed!
What contradiction!—grave the dame and sire;
Gorgeous their dwelling,—simple their attire!
Their children moulding to the place they dwell,
In London fashions, Paris manners, swell,—
While parents scarcely wish to set them free—
For what they won't restrain they love to see.
Were Quaker parlours with gilt pictures hung?
Did any Quaker to his image fall,
A household idol placed against the wall?
Ah, well might honest Catharine cry to pride,
"Abomination!" as she turned aside.
—But times are altered; splendid mansions glow,
And gilded mirrors humble Quakers show.
With Turkey carpets are their parlours spread,
While silken curtains hang about their bed!
What contradiction!—grave the dame and sire;
Gorgeous their dwelling,—simple their attire!
Their children moulding to the place they dwell,
In London fashions, Paris manners, swell,—
While parents scarcely wish to set them free—
For what they won't restrain they love to see.
Are there no worthies now to fill the place,
Of those, victorious, who have run their race?
Are we deserted?—has all merit flown,
And
Of those, victorious, who have run their race?
Are we deserted?—has all merit flown,
And