94 A HYMN.
never taught, any except private pupils after that war with the Republican. afterward. Fie continued in the office Professor Sanborn published, besides until his death, and was for many years the books above named, •• A GUsographi- also superintendent of the town schools, cal Manual. " 1856, and "School Mot- After retiring from the active duties of toes,'* 1858. He was a frequent contrib- his profession his former pupils gave him utor to the N. H. Journal of Education* a complimentary reception and benefit, while published, and for various periodi- with an elaborate dinner, and literary cals in and out of the state. He collect- exercises adapted to the occasion, and as ed with great labor materials for a his- a testimonial of their good faith they tory of the Sanborn Family, a portion of presented him a purse of several hun- which he edited and prepared for the dred dollars. press, but did not live to complete the
In Freemasonry he was a Knight Tern- work,
plar, and was a chaplain of the G,rand About two years before his decease he
Lodge of New Hampshire from 1S49 to experienced a partial paralysis, severely
1856. He held for many years a commis- effecting one side, from which he never
sion of Justice of the Peace and Quo- fully recovered ; and although his exit
rum throughout the State, and did con- was not unexpected, his final illness was
siderable justice business. Before the very brief. His second wife survives
war of the Rebellion he affiliated with him, but by neither wife left he any is-
the Democratic party ; but during and sue.
��A HYMN.
��BY MARY HELEN BOODEY.
I can but trust in God And rest within His arms,
Whether I lie beneath the sod Or face life's wild alarms.
In Him is all my joy;
In Him is all my peace ; I work in His employ.
And at His bidding cease.
He doetb all things well,
He loveth every soul; All things His goodness tell
And His supreme control.
Father of life and light !
Being all-wise and kind! Oh, give me clearer sight
Who am so weak and blind.
Let me not faint and fail Before the close of day,
Oh, let not doubts assail The heart that owns Thy sway.
And when my work is done, And I am gathered home,
How bright will be the sun ! How sweet a voice say — Come !
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