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Daughter of faith, and was it thine
So rich a dower to gain,
As blessing on thy silent way
From lips of care and pain?
Thus didst thou walk on earth, who now
Art with the angel train!

While in thy Savior's work below,
Thy willing footsteps moved,
Till want looked up and sorrow smiled,
To greet thy form beloved;
Seeking no meed of earthly praise
Alone by God approved.

From narrow lanes and lonely streets
Did grateful offerings rise,
As silently 'twas thine to pass
In charity's blessed guise;
While thrilling hearts called down on thee
The treasures of the skies?

Daughter of faith! by care untouch'd
In pleasure's stately hall,
Full many a younger form was found
Whilst thou, forsaking all
Earth's joys, didst walk the silent streets
Alive to sorrow's call!

Daughter of faith! no costly pearls,
No broider'd robes were thine;
The orphan's prayers, the widows tears,
Those gems which purely shine
Unto the eye of God alone,
Were all thy jewels fine!

Blessings upon thy sainted name,
Daughter of faith! 'twas meet,
That whisper'd voice and lowly lip
Should breathe thy praises sweet,
And with the incense of the soul,
Thy welcome footsteps greet.

Oh, true disciple! earthly robe,
'Tis thine to wear no more,
But clad in raiments pure and white
Thy Savior's throne before;
Dost thou not meet that Savior's smile
Who bless'd his suffering poor?

Brooklyn, December 12, 1838.

Miss Lucy Hooper

3:6, p. 4

1839.02.16

From the Churchman: "It is related in the memoirs of Mrs. Isabella Graham, that being once absent from the city, her daughter Mrs. B. was surprised at the number of persons unknown to her who inquired after her mother; she asked them if they knew Mrs. Graham, to which they answered, we live in the lanes and suburbs of the city, and she has often visited and relieved us, and it was our custom to come to our doors and bless her as she passed."