Written January 7T11, 1768.

Solemn, memorable day
That snatch'd my darling son away!
Calm I welcome thy return,
Which summons me again to mourn.
After a sad length of years
To pour again my selfish tears.
To bleed with undiminish'd smart,
And feel the recent wound of heart.

Time may gently bring relief,
Assuage or cure a common grief:
I no end of sorrow see,
Till harbour'd in eternity:
Then, my God, and not before,
My penal woes shall all be o'er.
And gloomy sorrow flee away
At the first dawn of endless day.

Now, accepting my distress,
I suffer out my evil days;
Softly toward the tomb I tread,
Myself lamenting, not the dead.
Till my Life in death appears,
And Jesus, banishing my fears.
Cheers by the beauties of His face,
O'erwhelms me with the glorious blaze.