Approving guides caress'd thee
Where'er thy footsteps rov'd;
The ear that heard thee bless'd thee,
The eye that saw thee lov'd;
Yet life hath snares and sorrows
From which no friend can save,
And evils might have thronged thy path
Which thou wert weak to brave.
There is a Heavenly Shepherd,
And ere thy infant charms
Had caught the tinge of care or woe
He call'd thee to his arms,
And though the shadowy valley,
With Death's dark frown was dim,
Light cheer'd the stormy passage,
And thou art safe with Him.
RELIGIOUS TRACTS.
They descend to the humblest lot,
They are found in the proudest dome,
And free to the hearth of the lowliest cot,
Like the beam of Heaven they come.
When the way-side beggar wails
They are with him in his care,
To tell of a refuge that never fails,
Of a wealth he may freely share.
