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'These hands, now enfeebled by time,
The last pious offices paid!
Age sorrow'd o'er youth in its prime,
And my boy near his mother was laid.
The last pious offices paid!
Age sorrow'd o'er youth in its prime,
And my boy near his mother was laid.
'Now sear'd by the griefs I have known,
Wounds, apathy only can heal,
My joys and my sorrows are flown,
For I have forgotten to feel.
Wounds, apathy only can heal,
My joys and my sorrows are flown,
For I have forgotten to feel.
'But I know my Creator is just,
That his hand will deliver me soon;
I have learnt to submit and to trust,
Though I finish my journey alone.'
That his hand will deliver me soon;
I have learnt to submit and to trust,
Though I finish my journey alone.'
Aldborough, September 7, 1800.
