WILMINGTON, Del FRIDAY, MARCH o 1927.

From The AMULET for 1877.
THE MARTYRS CHILD.
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BIZ THE REV. THOMAS DALE
once more clasp thee to my breast,
Child of my first and fondest love,
Ere YET enter into rest,


Ere JON the ransomed hosts above:
And earlhward though my thoughts must rove
From Sal"ts and Seraphs bending there,
Who shall parting sigh reptove
Ger one as pure and scarce less farl
My bud OF beauty thou must bloom,
Mid the chill rains, and wintry blast,
Where skies are wrapt in starless gloom,
AND summer suns have beamed their last,
yet though dark clouds the heaven osercast.
lie, at whose word the winds are still,
Can screen thee till the storm be past.
Ikrow He CALL trust he will
Yet, who shall form thine infan, sghs
To syllable the first brief prayer'
And who shall point thee to the skies
And say, Thou hast a Father there
And who shall watch with ccaseless care
Lest thy young STEPS unheeding stray
Where Pleasure plants the secret snare
And Hopes seductive smiles betray?
Oh could bear thee hence, while vet,
The strife of passion is unknown,
Ere guilt her fatal seal hath set


Or earth has mark'd thee for its own,-..
While Natute's debt Of death alone
Is all mortality must pay


To gaze upon the eternal throne,
And swell The glad unceasng lay!
But now leave thee-not alone
More welcome far were solitude,
For tie, who ne'er forsakes his own,
Zen in the desert, vast and rude,
Night bid the ravens bring thee food,
Or streams gush forth amidst the Wild
Or guide the wanderings of the good
To seek and save his landmaid's child.
leave thee 10 thy mothers foes,


leave thee TO the foes of Heaven -
Yet d. leave thee but to those r.
Lord be The guilty thought forgiven!
O. If she strive as have striyen,
With stormy winds on lfe's rough sea,
May she by warning waves be driven
To find haven, Lord, with thee!