قراءة كتاب The Arm Chair
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class="i0">The Jeremiah of his age was he!
Savery has here oft passed a friendly hour,
Feeling of sympathy the magic power,
As heart to heart the secret influence sent,—
As prayer ascended where no knee was bent,—
As for each other's welfare sighs were given,—
Unclothed with words, their wishes entering heaven.
The Indians' friend, he sought their native wood,
An anxious labourer for the redman's good;
Beside the lake, beneath the spreading tree,
His gospel message flowed as Truth set free.
Feeling of sympathy the magic power,
As heart to heart the secret influence sent,—
As prayer ascended where no knee was bent,—
As for each other's welfare sighs were given,—
Unclothed with words, their wishes entering heaven.
The Indians' friend, he sought their native wood,
An anxious labourer for the redman's good;
Beside the lake, beneath the spreading tree,
His gospel message flowed as Truth set free.
Here too has sat,—like him of stature small,
Great too of heart,—a minister like Paul,—
One who, obedient to his Master's will,
Was studious found his duty to fulfil.
Six times went Emlen[2] o'er the Atlantic wave,
On gospel errands sinful man to save,
And still returning from his work of love,
Came with his olive-branch and peaceful dove.
Though years rolled on and outward sight grew dim,
The lamp of Truth still brightly burned with him,
Showing distinctly in its searching light,
Deeds that the actors deemed were hid in night.
His urim and his thummim was with God,
And he obedient to his Master's nod.
As secret feeling told him of distress,
The sufferer's door-sill soon his foot would press.
Thus Mercy led,—and pleasantly he said,
That he "by jobbing earned his daily bread."
Ah, these were luscious morsels, ate with joy,
A heavenly relish free from all alloy;
Some of that bread of which the righteous eat,
That others know not of,—sustaining meat.
Great too of heart,—a minister like Paul,—
One who, obedient to his Master's will,
Was studious found his duty to fulfil.
Six times went Emlen[2] o'er the Atlantic wave,
On gospel errands sinful man to save,
And still returning from his work of love,
Came with his olive-branch and peaceful dove.
Though years rolled on and outward sight grew dim,
The lamp of Truth still brightly burned with him,
Showing distinctly in its searching light,
Deeds that the actors deemed were hid in night.
His urim and his thummim was with God,
And he obedient to his Master's nod.
As secret feeling told him of distress,
The sufferer's door-sill soon his foot would press.
Thus Mercy led,—and pleasantly he said,
That he "by jobbing earned his daily bread."
Ah, these were luscious morsels, ate with joy,
A heavenly relish free from all alloy;
Some of that bread of which the righteous eat,
That others know not of,—sustaining meat.
Here too Rebecca Jones sweet converse sought.
With friends in unison of faith and thought;
With both of whom in gospel yoke she knew
To labour as her Lord and Master drew.
Honest of purpose,—ardent in reproof
To those who stood from duty's path aloof,—
In public gatherings or in private hall,
To warn the giddy of impending fall,—
Rebuke the forward,—lead the fearful where
A mighty Rock did Israel's Lord prepare,—
Instant in duty,—though severe, yet kind,
She showed the vigour of a heaven-led mind.
With friends in unison of faith and thought;
With both of whom in gospel yoke she knew
To labour as her Lord and Master drew.
Honest of purpose,—ardent in reproof
To those who stood from duty's path aloof,—
In public gatherings or in private hall,
To warn the giddy of impending fall,—
Rebuke the forward,—lead the fearful where
A mighty Rock did Israel's Lord prepare,—
Instant in duty,—though severe, yet kind,
She showed the vigour of a heaven-led mind.
Of ardent temper, quick and flashing zeal,
Keen as high polished but too brittle steel,
In earlier life James Cresson had been found,
Like a high steed when first in harness bound;
But grace
Keen as high polished but too brittle steel,
In earlier life James Cresson had been found,
Like a high steed when first in harness bound;
But grace