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Water-drops

Sigourney, L. H. (1791-1865)
  
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PREFACE.
  
CONTENTS.

 1. 
WATER-DROPS. BY MRS. L. H. SIGOURNEY. THE TWINS.
 2. 
THE SUCCESSFUL ADVOCATE.
 3. 
WATER.
 4. 
DIVINE AID:
 5. 
APPLES OF SODOM.
 6. 
“ONLY THIS ONCE.” Numbers x. 17.
 7. 
DEATH'S CHOICE.
 8. 
Væ VOBIS.
 9. 
THE WIDOW AND HER SON.
 10. 
THE ANTIDOTE.
 11. 
THE WATER-BEARER.
 12. 
DRINKING SONG.
 13. 
THE PATRIARCH.
 14. 
THE VINE.
 15. 
MOSES IN MIDIAN.
 16. 
THE TWO DRAUGHTS.
 17. 
LOUISA WILSON.
 18. 
SCORN NOT THE ERRING.
 19. 
THE TOMB OF CECILIA METELLA. AT ROME.
 20. 
THE UPAS TREE.
 21. 
A WALK IN CHILDHOOD.
 22. 
I SAW A LITTLE GIRL. SONG FOR CHILDREN.
 23. 
THE DEATH OF KING EDMUND.
 24. 
OLD ALCOHOL. A SONG.
 25. 
THE EMIGRANT BRIDE.
 26. 
TO COLLEGE STUDENTS, Who had pledged themselves to abstain from Intoxicating Liquors.
 27. 
WOMAN'S MISSION. Written on hearing a young Lady praise Home and its duties.
 28. 
HYMN.
 29. 
INTEMPERANCE AT SEA.
 30. 
DANGERS OF SEAMEN.
 31. 
THE STORM.
 32. 
THE SAILOR'S APPEAL.
 33. 
THE HARWOODS.
 34. 
THE WEEPING WIFE.
 35. 
THE MOURNFUL VISIT.
 36. 
FOR A JUVENILE TEMPERANCE SOCIETY.
 37. 
LOST HOPES.
 38. 
A DREAM.
 39. 
THE VOICE OF THE COUNTRY.
 40. 
FALLEN BY THE WAY.
 41. 
THE GOOD QUEEN.
 42. 
“WHAT THEN?”
 43. 
UNKNOWN HEIRS.
 44. 
THE CENTENNIAL ANNIVERSARY OF PRINCETON COLLEGE, NEW JERSEY; JUNE 29th, 1847
 45. 
LETTER TO FEMALES.
 46. 
WOMAN'S PATRIOTISM.
 47. 
THE PRECIOUS GIFT.
 48. 
THE SPOILER.

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28. HYMN.

We praise Thee, if one rescued soul,
Too long the slave of guilt and pain,
Hath shuddering left the poisonous bowl,
For health and liberty again.
We praise Thee, if one clouded home,
Where broken hearts despairing pin'd,
Behold the sire, and husband come
Erect, and in his perfect mind:—
No more a hapless wife to mock,
Till all her hopes in anguish end,—
No more the trembling babe to shock,
And sink the father in the fiend.
Still give us grace, Almighty King,
Unswerving at our post to stand,
Till grateful to thy shrine we bring
The tribute of a ransomed land,—
Which, from the pestilential chain
Of foul Intemperance gladly free,—
Shall spread its annal free from stain
To all the nations, and to Thee.
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