Poems (Sewell)/To the Memory of the Rev. G. Sewell

by Mary Young Sewell

TO THE
MEMORY OF A BELOVED HUSBAND,

 The Rev. GEORGE SEWELL,
RECTOR OF BYFLEET, SURREY, 1801.

Oh thou! whose memory in my tortur'd brain,
And in my wounded heart must still remain!
What can support us, when by Heaven's decree,
We part with some dear object, lov'd, like thee!
What can support us, but Religion's power,
Which beams, serenely, thro' the darkest hour,
And prostrate, when in dust the mourner lies,
Lifts the dim eye, imploring to the skies?
Then shines the Christian Hope—oh ever blest!
Still on that Rock my trembling soul shall rest!
That once lov'd voice, which sung celestial love,
Now may it join the heav'nly choir above!
And that sweet spirit, which with Mercy crown'd,
So oft diffused fair Gratitude around,
May now, from cares and human weakness free,
Oh bright Redeemer! ever dwell with thee!
Whilst Angels in seraphic welcomes join,
And greet him with a nobler love than mine!—
Oh dear Remembrance! at his last release,
Kind was the messenger of Heav'nly Peace!—
Almighty Goodness, at that awful hour,
Display'd its mercy, while we felt its pow'r;
Thankful I bow for ev'ry comfort given,
And yield the treasure of my hopes to Heaven!