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TO MRS. JAMESON.
On Freedom's altar yon have laid
A gift of costliest price,
Even the first-born of your flock,
A perfect sacrifice.
A gift of costliest price,
Even the first-born of your flock,
A perfect sacrifice.
Yet count the offering not too dear,
Nor sit unreconciled;
What have you, you have not received
From Him, who claimed your child?
Nor sit unreconciled;
What have you, you have not received
From Him, who claimed your child?
Remember too, though he was all
Your loving heart desired,
Of those to whom the most is given
The most will be required.
Your loving heart desired,
Of those to whom the most is given
The most will be required.
He may be nearer than you deem,
Though to your sight denied;
A ministering angel still,
A better, surer, guide.
Though to your sight denied;
A ministering angel still,
A better, surer, guide.
Gone from the world perchance to save
Some soul in sin astray;
Who following now, the path he trod
Will find the heavenly way.
Some soul in sin astray;
Who following now, the path he trod
Will find the heavenly way.
And surely one so fit for earth
Was fitter for the sky;
He, who was best prepared to live,
Was best prepared to die.
Was fitter for the sky;
He, who was best prepared to live,
Was best prepared to die.
Phœbe Cary.
January, 30th, 1866.
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