From the Connecticut Mirror.
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The annexed feeling and beautiful lines arc
said to have been written by a young Eng
llsh lady, who had experienced much at
Fiction. There is devotedness-a spirit
Of religion running through them which
cannot fail to touch the most obdurate
heart.


Jcsus-l my cross have taken.


All to leave, and follow thee;
Naked, poor, dcspsed, forsaken-


Thou from hence, my all shalt be!
Perish every fond ambition


All I've sought, or hoped, or known !;
Yet how rich is my condition.


God and heaven are all my own!
Let the world despisc and leave me


They have left my Saviour too;
Human hopes and looks deceive me,


Thou art not, like them, untrue;
And whilst thou shall smile upon me,


God of wisdom, love, and might,
Friends may hate, and foes may scorn me,
Show thy face and all is right.
Go, then, earthly fame and treasure


Come, disaster, scorn, and pain
Ah Wy Sc'NlNo, pam - Pic"ou'N)


With thy favor, loss is gain.
have called thee Abba Father


have set my heart on thee;
Storms may howl, and clouds may gather,
All must work for good to me!
Man may trouble and distress me-


Twill but drive me to thy breast;
Life with trials hard may press me


Twill but bring me swecter rest;
Oh! It's not in Grief to harm me,


While thy love is lett to me;
Oh, It's not in Joy to charm me-,


Were that Joy unmlXed with thee!
Soul! then know thy full salvation
Rise DER sin, and fear, and care,
Joy to find in every station


Something still to do or bear.
Think what spirit dwells within thee
Think what heavenly smiles are thine;
Think that Jesus died to save thee
Child of Hcavcn--Canst thou icpino!