Dedication:
To you, my children, I these lines address -
A simple story told in simple phrase,
Yet with a moral worthy not the less
Of imitation than of gen'rous praise.
Nor is the story merely one of thought:
Spun out the brain to please thy little ears -
Nay it is truth - by sad experience bought -
A record of a family's hopes and fears.
Thus, while you trace the weary wand'rers through,
Oh, be it yours to learn the faith divine,
That, like a star, while darkness darker grew,
Did 'mid its glory still more brightly shine;
And when on earth your journeyings are o'er,
'Twill bear you safe Death's darksome Jordan through,
And bring you 'mong the hosts on Salem's peaceful shore.