Till sufferings cease and sorrows die.

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To a mother whose son enlisted in the army.

For a mother to part, for the war, with a son,

Whose kindness and love her affections have won,

Cannot but excite deep emotions of grief,

And in tears the torn bosom will seek for relief.

Commend, in submission, this loved son to Heaven,

And thank Him who gave, that to you he was given;

That he leaves here a circle of associates dear,

Who his memory and name will delight to revere.

In the family circle his place will be missed,

And some may regret that he felt to enlist,

While others look forward, still hoping to see

Him back in the choir, where his place used to be.

If God has a work for him still here to do,

His eye will be on him to bring him safe through.

He will suffer no harm to befall him while there;

As a man spares his own son, so God will him spare.

But nought of the future to us is revealed;

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