On the Miraculous and Blessed Recovery of A Dear Mother's Precious Life at an Advanced Age

ON THE MIRACULOUS AND BLESSED RECOVERY OF A DEAR MOTHER'S PRECIOUS LIFE AT AN ADVANCED AGE .

O H Thou , whose gale, of chilling breath,
Can freeze the veins, benumb'd in death,
And Thou , whose mercy can reveal
The power to save, the balms that heal!
Accept, on thy celestial throne,
The hearts which flew to thee alone,
When ghastly Terror glar'd around,
And smote the desolated ground,
Presenting as in storms thy face,
And gloom to a devoted Race;
Accept the joy, that words degrade,
In wonder lost, and breathless made!
Be thy uplifted arm ador'd,
For life, to Virtue's claim restor'd,
Whose pure and gentle current strove
To follow a Redeemer's Love!
Dispel the night, and speed the ray,
Of glowing Health's Autumnal day;
Avert the menac'd Winter's gloom!
And bid the shaft suspend its doom
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