Do help me to find her, I’m wild with affright, The day passes swiftly, it soon will be night; There’s none to compare with her, none like her seen, More lovely than Venus, she moves like a Queen.
EDDIE TO JESSIE.
There are many flowers famous for fragrance and hue,
Sweet Roses and Lilies, Geraniums too;
And though decked in gay colors they look very fine,
They are not to my fancy like sweet Jessie mine.
IN THE WAYLAND ORTHODOX CHURCH.
Feed my lambs! the Saviour said,
Near two thousand years ago;
If we truly love the Lord,
By obedience, love we’ll show.
What was said to Peter then,
In that distant age and clime,
Sure is binding on us now,
Here and to the end of time.
If our Shepherd then we love,
His commandments we’ll obey;
Let us true disciples prove,
Feed his lambs as best we may.
Twice twelve years have passed this day,
Since our Sabbath School commenced;
Countless lessons have been learned,
Much instruction been dispensed.
Let us up and doing be,
Sow the seed all times and hours;
Cast our bread on water even,
Tax with vigor all our powers.
May the teachers now engaged,
Courage take, and persevere;
They’ll not fail of their reward,
Though they may not meet it here.
God is faithful, who hath said,
(Let the thought allay your fears,)
“They with joy shall surely reap,
Who have sown in prayers and tears.”
Then sow the seed with prayers and tears;
Never doubt, but faithful be;
Though thou reapest not for years,
A rich harvest thou wilt see.
Happy faces now we miss,
Who were wont these seats to fill;
Loved and lovely passed away,
Yet they’re fresh in memory still.
Soon their earthly race was run,
In the morning called away;
Others soon may follow them,
May all hear the Saviour say,
“Well done, faithful servant; thou
Hast o’er few things faithful been,
I will make the ruler now
Over many—enter in.”
 June 13, 1852.
Just before the bright cloud the Saviour received,
When about to return to his father in Heaven;
His mission accomplished, his work on earth done,
’Twas then that this parting injunction was given:
“Feed my lambs!” this was said to one
of the twelve,
Whom he called to be with him while sojourning here;
“Feed my lambs!” Oh, what love was evinced by those words,
What tender compassion, what fatherly care.
Three times at this meeting the question was asked,
“Simon, son of Jonas, lovest thou me?”
And though grieved, yet how truly could Peter reply,
“Lord thou knowest all things, thou know’st I love thee.”