Birthday Verses From Mack's Diary - January 28, 1794. Eighty-Two Years Old

To God alone be the honor
And to no other one.
Like a father He has borne me,
Like a mother He has fought for me,
Like a brother He has helped me,
Like a sister He has loved me,
Till I have grown old and feeble
And in children's ways am living.
Now I know nothing else to do
But to love the Highest Good.
If I must suffer further pains
Never shall they part me from
The purest impulse of true love.
Alexander Mack
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Alexander Mack, Jr.
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