Lines Suggested By The Presence Of The English Friends, J. And H. C. Backhouse, In America 1831. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AB CCDD EEFFGGHIJKLMNNHIOOCC NNHHEEPPOOQQRSGGTTUU GG| They that turn many to righteousness | A |
| shall shine as the stars forever and ever | B |
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| They have left their homes and kindred they are in the strangers' land | C |
| The voice of God revealed his will His will was their command | C |
| They crossed the pathless main nor feared the sadly treacherous wave | D |
| For is not He in whom they trust omnipotent to save | D |
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| But did no dark forebodings come Was all at peace within | E |
| Did prompt obedience' sure reward e'en with the toil begin | E |
| Ah no for nature's fond appeal would in that hour be heard | F |
| Maternity's deep spring of love within the heart was stirred | F |
| Perhaps some little cherub form that it was joy to see | G |
| Would climb no more with sunny smile its happy parent's knee | G |
| Perhaps some gentle household voice that sighed farewell with pain | H |
| Might never welcome their return to that loved home again | I |
| Then came the thought of glistening eyes which long had done with tears | J |
| Eyes that had kept an anxious watch o'er childhood's reckless years | K |
| While mem'ry dwelt upon that last and earnest gaze of love | L |
| Which shows the heart withholds its seal from what the lips approve | M |
| They feared those silvery locks that told 'twas almost close of day | N |
| Would to the grave go down and they their children far away | N |
| A moment nature shrank the thought was too too full of pain | H |
| But ah their Master's strength was made in weakness perfect then | I |
| The voice that lulls the billowy deep soon bade the storm be still | O |
| Bade them rejoice that they were called to do his perfect will | O |
| To execute with fearless trust the holy high command | C |
| Go and glad gospel tidings spread over a distant land | C |
| And beams of heavenly peace around your guarded path shall play | N |
| Peace that the world can never give nor ever take away | N |
| But has the fearful sacrifice at last been made in vain | H |
| And shall no trace within our hearts no deathless trace remain | H |
| Bright record that with us awhile their dwelling place has been | E |
| Preparing temples for their Lord's high service to begin | E |
| Oh yes I trust a fount of light and life they have unsealed | P |
| To many a thirsting fainting soul a Saviour's love revealed | P |
| Have taught that in his service there is perfect freedom still | O |
| That 'tis the highest bliss of Heaven to do his sovereign will | O |
| And if a humble suppliant may bow before Thy throne | Q |
| My Father and a blessing ask on hearts to her unknown | Q |
| Oh grant for them the lines may fall in pleasant places here | R |
| Beside still waters bid them rest and feel that Thou art near | S |
| Thou hast Thyself declared that great their recompense shall be | G |
| Who have forsaken all to love and follow only Thee | G |
| And they have left the near and dear the parent child and friend | T |
| Then in Thy holy name may all these sweet affections blend | T |
| And should the world desert them Lord oh be the world to them | U |
| The song of their rejoicing here in Heaven the crowning gem | U |
| Thy sacred guidance grant I pray o'er life's tempestuous sea | G |
| Awhile a gentle course and then a sheltering port in Thee | G |
Eliza Paul Kirkbride Gurney
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