(Published by Request)
Composed on the death of Samuel and Catharine Belknap’s children
by M. A. Glaze
Friends and neighbors
all draw near,
And listen to what I have to say;
And never leave your children dear
When they are small, and go away.
But always think of
that sad fate,
That happened in year of ’63;
Four children with a house did burn,
Think of their awful agony.
Their mother she had
And left them there alone to stay;
The house took fire and down did burn;
Before their mother did return.
Their piteous cry the
And then the cry of fire was given;
But, ah! before they could them reach,
Their little spirits had flown to heaven.
Their father he to war
And on the battle-field was slain;
But little did he think when he went away,
But what on earth they would meet again.
The neighbors often
told his wife
Not to leave his children there,
Unless she got some one to stay,
And of the little ones take care.
The oldest he was years
And the youngest only eleven months old,
But often she had left them there alone,
As, by the neighbors, I have been told.
How can she bear to
see the place.
Where she so oft has left them there,
Without a single one to look to them,
Or of the little ones to take good care.
Oh, can she look upon
Whereunder their little burnt bones lay,
But what she thinks she hears them say,
‘’Twas God had pity, and took us on high.’
And there may she kneel
down and pray,
And ask God her to forgive;
And she may lead a different life
While she on earth remains to live.
Her husband and her
God has took from pain and woe.
May she reform and mend her ways,
That she may also to them go.
And when it is God’s
O, may she be prepared
To meet her God and friends in peace,
And leave this world of care.