Ye who my being gave,--ye too have flown, To join the ransomed round the eternal throne. --The venerable sire, as death drew near, Saw the vale awful, but devoid of fear; He whom he loved was near him in that hour, Death had no terrors and the grave no power. Before thee, mother, rose a "brilliant path,"-- For thee thy Saviour had no looks of wrath. Oh, ye had owned Him long, and at the last His arm supported as ye Jordan passed! Thus one by one, in quick succession, go Those who have laboured in the church below! We dare not murmur as we kiss the rod, Thou art our Helper, save thy church, O God! Thine is the cause, thy frowns we dare not shun, In earth and heaven alike, thy will be done! Tell me, my Old Arm Chair, when thou wert young, Were Quaker parlours with gilt pictures hung? Did any Quaker to his image fall, A household idol placed against the wall? Ah, well might honest =CATHARINE= cry to pride, "Abomination!" as she turned aside. --But times are altered; splendid mansions glow, And gilded mirrors _humble Quakers_ show. With Turkey carpets are their parlours spread, While silken curtains hang about their bed! What contradiction!--grave the dame and sire; Gorgeous their dwelling,--simple their attire! Their children moulding to the place they dwell, In London fashions, Paris manners, swell,-- While parents scarcely wish to set them free-- For what they won't restrain they love to see. Are there no worthies now to fill the place, Of those, victorious, who have run their race? Are we deserted?--has all merit flown, And must the church in helpless anguish moan? Oh, no! the grace that made them what they were, A living remnant in due measure share; And haply they on whom their mantles fit, May where the ancients sat, in judgment sit. Faith, give me power to see a brighter day, When all these "letting things" shall pass away; When the convulsion which has now begun, Shall pause in silence, all its purpose done; When the oppressors of the seed, shall wear The mask no longer, all their acts laid bare; When chaff and cheat shall to the wind be doomed, And dross and stubble be by fire consumed; When to the world the worldly part is given; When the redeemed shall closer walk with Heaven; When to our Zion shall the weary come, Like "doves to windows," pressing to their home. Oh, haste the day, when through his power divine, The Father's light around his church shall shine!