On Miss Molly Leyson

Beneath a daughter of afifliction lies,
The tears for ever banish'd from her eyes;
Wash'd in the laver of atoning blood.
The spirit here hath dropp'd her earthly load,
FulfiU'd her visit, and return'd to God.

O that our flesh, like hers, might rest in hope,
Till earth and ocean give their prisoners up,
Till the great Object of our love and fear
With myriads of His shining friends appear, here.
And all with shouts proclaim the heavenly Bridegroom