A Wish


TIS not for glittering wealth we ask,

But for the pleasurable task,

Some good to do;

To dry some mourner's falling tear,

Some sad and lonely heart to cheer,

And joy renew.

Thus be our every moment spent,

Upon some kindly good intent,

Till time shall end.

Then from this earth we'll wing away,

To dwell in realms of endless day,

With Christ our friend.


August 5, 1862 JWe, ARSH 78