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“ When through her heart the gospel current streamed,
In secret labour was thy spirit found,
While trembling forth she sent the gospel sound;
[Pg 8] A very Quaker,—as she gave the law
Her outward motion spoke her inward awe.
Here Scattergood, when evening came at length,
From the day's toil reposed his weary strength;
From Christian sympathy that solace drew,
Which those can grant who heavenly joys pursue.
Mournful of spirit, he was ever found,
In sympathy with souls by sorrow bound.
As fell his plaintive voice upon the ear,
The poor in spirit felt a friend was near. ”

“ Borne a deep burthen for the negro's wrong,
'Till the church freed her at her Master's will,
In southern states love's purpose to fulfil.
With gospel power for Truth and right she spoke,
'Till slumbering consciences to feeling woke,
Oppressors' hearts with justice learned to beat,
While bondmen's shackles fell beneath their feet. ”

“ Of selfish masters she her message bore;
She shot no fiery missiles from afar,
Kindling those feelings that engender war,
But face to face Truth's message would impart,
Whilst love-tipped arrows entered many a heart ”

“ Though we fain would have turned all Death's arrows aside;
Though we clung to thee fondly, and watched every breath,
Thy spirit unnoticed departed with Death.
Ah, cruel destroyer!—But cease ye, and hear
What sounds of sweet melody break on the ear!
'Tis the voice of rejoicing, oh, listen the sound,
That a prisoner of hope from the earth is unbound!
There!—hearken once more to the full-swelling strain,
The words of rejoicing we even may name ”

“ A pillar of the church, erect and strong,
Swayed by no friendship to the church's wrong;
Unwarped, unmoved, sound to the very core,
And rendered firmer by the weight he bore;
An honest watchman the alarm to sound,
When foes were sowing tares within our ground,—
Or rootless plants luxuriously would shoot
In spreading branches, and produce no fruit,—
Was Evans. Oft the archers' bows were bent,
[Pg 18] To turn the veteran from his firm intent ”

“ Till bubbling life-springs recompensed her toil.
—As gently passed the fleeting breath away,
Retortive memory brought her youthful day,
And one fond look back on the past she flung,
While "Oh, my mother!" trembled on her tongue;
Then the freed spirit passed—and beauteous lay
The rifled casket, lovely in decay!
Widows and orphans ye may mourn indeed!
Who now shall clothe you, who the hungry feed?
Yes! show your garments, tattered ones, and say,
[Pg 17] These Sansom gave us in a wintry day. ”

“ Samuel Emlen, felt concerned often to look up the sick, weak and halt of the flock; and for this purpose, in the latter part of his life, he kept a one horse chair, in which he rode about "doing good:" in allusion to which practice, he sometimes said, he "earned his bread by jobbing." ”