Poems (Sewell)/Lines left at North Hinton

by Mary Young Sewell

LINES,
LEFT AT NORTH HINTON, IN HAMPSHIRE. 1792.

Whoe'er thou art! by Heaven's all-righteous pow'r,
Shall here ordain to pass the-silent hour,
In these sequester'd shades, may truth impart
Her purest, noblest lessons to thy heart!
And sweet angelic Hope, that balm disclose,
Which calm approving Virtue only knows:
If keen Remorse thy tortur'd soul corrode,
May Virtue lead thee to her bright abode!
From Fearon learn—in fervent Jackson^[1] view
Religion's power, and all her meekness too!—
And oh! if Pity comes, a weeping guest,
Turn not, oh stranger, from her soft request;
For Charity's dear sake, extend thy care
To the poor Orphan, and the Widow's pray'r!
The sweet remembrance, Sorrow shall disarm,
And give to barren wealth a nobler charm;
That cordial, even in death, thy soul shall cheer,
And Mercy stand a smiling Angel near!

LINES ON THE PROVIDENTIAL ESCAPE OF MY HONOURED MOTHER, The 14th of December, 1793: WRITTEN ON THE ANNIVERSARY OF THE DAY.

Remembrance, on this conscious day,
 With softest light shall shine,
And Gratitude's celestial ray
 Shall make its beams divine!

1. The Rev. Wm. Jackson, late vicar of Christ-Church, Hants.