Memoir and remains of the Rev. James D. Burns ... By the late Rev. James Hamilton [i.e. J. D. Burns] |
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LINES ON ELIZA COOTER, A BLIND AND DEAF MUTE. |
 | Memoir and remains of the Rev. James D. Burns |  |
LINES ON ELIZA COOTER, A BLIND AND DEAF MUTE.
It seemed to me a mournful sight
That little room at first reveal'd,
A child whose eyes were closed in night,
Her lips in hopeless silence seal'd.
Chain'd down by weakness to her bed,
Her tender frame by suffering wrung,—
“A bitter lot is thine,” I said,
“A heavy cross for one so young!”
That little room at first reveal'd,
A child whose eyes were closed in night,
Her lips in hopeless silence seal'd.
Chain'd down by weakness to her bed,
Her tender frame by suffering wrung,—
“A bitter lot is thine,” I said,
“A heavy cross for one so young!”
But, oh! far otherwise I mused,
When once I saw with glad surprise,
How this meek lamb, so sorely bruised,
To the Good Shepherd raised her eyes,
How patient on His breast she lay,
And kiss'd the hand of chastening love,
And bless'd the dark and rugged way
That led her to His fold above!
When once I saw with glad surprise,
How this meek lamb, so sorely bruised,
To the Good Shepherd raised her eyes,
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And kiss'd the hand of chastening love,
And bless'd the dark and rugged way
That led her to His fold above!
Sweet child, so greatly tried and blest,
Thou soon wilt lay thy burden down;
The rougher road, the happier rest,
The heavier cross, the brighter crown.
For days of darkness yet to thee
Shall everlasting light be given;
And the first face that thou shalt see
Will be thy Saviour's face in heaven.
Thou soon wilt lay thy burden down;
The rougher road, the happier rest,
The heavier cross, the brighter crown.
For days of darkness yet to thee
Shall everlasting light be given;
And the first face that thou shalt see
Will be thy Saviour's face in heaven.
That fetter'd tongue, here mute so long,
Shall burst its bonds in sudden praise;
Its first glad words will be the song
Which round the throne the ransom'd raise.
From sufferings freed and free from sin,
And in unclouded light to shine,—
If faith can such a triumph win,
Sweet child, a blessed lot is thine!
Shall burst its bonds in sudden praise;
Its first glad words will be the song
Which round the throne the ransom'd raise.
From sufferings freed and free from sin,
And in unclouded light to shine,—
If faith can such a triumph win,
Sweet child, a blessed lot is thine!
Family Treasury, 1859.
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