To thee with confidence I look,
  And calmly wait thy promised aid;
I rest securely on that Rock,
  On which Almighty help is laid.

Oh may I on His firmness stand,
  The ground of my immortal hope;
Or nobly rise, at his command,
  To Pisgah’s heaven-aspiring top.

That I may with ecstatic view,
  My future heritage descry,
Where pleasures spring forever new,
  And perfect love shall never die.

REMORSE.

What racking fear, what painful grief
  Ensue a pleasant sin! 
In vain the world proffers relief
  For maladies within. 
Its blandishments and smooth deceit
  No real succor bring;
Its remedies but irritate
  And pleasure leaves a sting. 
Confusion, shame, and slavish fear
  O’erwhelm a guilty mind;
A burden more than I can bear,
  My sins upon me bind. 
Oh had I weighed the matter well
  Ere my consent was given! 
Avoided then the gates of hell
  And urged my way to heaven! 
Lord, give me strength now to resume
  My former confidence;
Remove my terrors, bid me come
  With hopeful penitence. 
In mercy hear my humble cry,
  Redeem my soul from sin,
My guilty conscience pacify
  And speak the peace serene.

MORNING.

But now the dawn of day appears,
And now the dappled East declares
Ambrosial morn again arrived,
And nature’s slumbering powers revived,
And while they into action spring
The infant breeze with odorous wing,
Perfumes of sweetest scent exhales,
And the enlivened sense regales,
With sweets exempt from all alloy
Which neither irritate nor cloy. 
Nor less the calmly gladdened sight
Enjoys the milder forms of light,
Reflected soft in twinkling beams,
From numberless translucent gems. 
But now Aurora dries her tears,
And with a gayer mien appears,
With cheerful aspect smiles serene,
And ushers in the splendid scene
Of golden day:  while feeble night
Precipitates his dreary flight
Dispelled by the all cheering sway
Of the resplendent God of day,
Who, mounted in his royal car,
And all arrayed in golden glare
With arduous career drives on
Ascending his meridian throne: 
From thence a Sovereign of the day,
His full-grown glories to display.

EDWIN EVANS EWING.

Edwin Evans Ewing, son of Patrick Ewing and brother of William Pinkney Ewing, was born on his father’s farm on the Octoraro creek, not far from Rowlandville, in this county, on the 9th of January, 1824.  His family is of Scotch-Irish extraction, and settled on the Octoraro more than a century ago.  The family has long been distinguished for the intellectuality and literary ability of its members, among whom were the Rev. John Ewing, one of the most eminent scientists and Presbyterian divines of his time, and his daughter Sarah, who became the wife of John Hall, and whose biography is published in this volume.