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Acrostic [For thee, my son, a mother's earnest prayer]

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Title:     Acrostic [For thee, my son, a mother's earnest prayer]
Author: Mary Ann H. T. Bigelow [More Titles by Bigelow]

For thee, my son, a mother's earnest prayer
Rises to Heaven each day from heart sincere,
Anxiously seeking what concerns thee most;
Not merely earthly good for thee she prays,
Knowledge, or wealth, or fame, or length of days,
What shall these profit, if the soul be lost.

In this life we find alternate day and night,
Not always darkness, sure not always light;
'Tis well it should be so, we're travellers here,
Home, that "sweet home," the Christian's place of rest,
Rises by faith to view when most distressed:
Oh! this life past--mayst thou find entrance there.

Perplexed, distressed, sick, or by friends betrayed,
Beset with snares, deprived of human aid,
In all thy sorrows whatsoe'er they be,
Go to the Saviour, tell him all thy need,
Entreat his pity, he's a friend indeed;
Lay hold by faith on Him, and he will succor thee.
Oh, do not live for this dull world alone,
When with the Angels thou mayst find a home.


Jan. 1853.


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Mary Ann H. T. Bigelow's poem: Acrostic

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