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TO MRS J. CLELAND,
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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TO MRS J. CLELAND,

ON THE DEATH OF A BELOVED SON AND ONLY CHILD.

My olive plant, so green and fair;
My budding hope, my dearest care;
My only one! He only knew
Who gave—and, ah! how soon withdrew
The precious gift—how dear I loved
My plant on earth; and though removed
To higher climes and brighter skies,
With mournful tread and weeping eyes
I wander round his early tomb—
But light from heaven dispels the gloom!
An angel voice falls on my ear,
“Whom seek'st thou, weeping mother, here?
He is not here: thy son hath risen—
'Tis but his shattered, mortal prison
Lies there. Oh! would'st thou ever dwell
With him thou loved on earth so well?
Then Jesus seek, the Saviour know;
He'll pardon, peace, and heaven bestow,
Where thy loved plant shall bloom for ever,
And thou wilt join him ne'er to sever.”