Excerpt from Baby Grace, and Other Poems Friendship. I do t pray that useless stores of golden treasure, Beloved or t, Nor yet that one unbroken round of earthly pleasure, May be your lot; But rather, that your faith and love, dross possessing, As gold may shine, And all your path be lighted up with heavenly blessing, And peace divine. I cant ask that naught of bitter pain or sorrow, Your cup may hold, Or that you may t feel the shock to-day, tomorrow, Of conflict bold; But that the sanctifying power of furnace trial, Though burning hot, May leave your soul, as gain for every self denial, Without a spot. I would t seek to rescue you from griefs grim clutches, Nor cry to spare, When God, with his own loving, skilful master touches, Your heart lays bare; But I would wish to see thee rich in heavenly treasure, Full well refined, Yes, rich as God alone his bounteous gifts doth measure, Nor fall behind. I do t, cant ask for you a lesser blessing, Than God's own love; To dwell with him, and all his boundless wealth possessing, In heaven above; For you and I are only waiting here as strangers, Still bound for home, Abiding, 'mid earth's darkening shades and many dangers, Till God says, come. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art techlogy to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.