  FOR HENRY AND EDWARD. 'Tis strange to talk of two mammas! Well, come and sit by me, And I will try to tell you how So strange a thing can be. Years since you had a dear mamma, So gentle, good and mild, Her Father God looked down from heaven, And loved his humble child. Thy first mamma died on board of the vessel which took her from Burmah. At parting— ----She kissed her little boys With white and quivering lip; And while the tears were falling fast, They bore her to the ship. And Abby, Pwen, and Enna went— Oh! it was sad to be Thus parted—three upon the land, And three upon the sea. Thy first mamma was buried on a distant rocky isle, where none but strangers rest. The vessel passed on her voyage, and— At length they reached a distant shore, A beautiful bright land, And crowds of pitying strangers came, And took them by the hand. And Abby found a pleasant home, And Pwen and Enna too; But poor papa's sad thoughts turned back To Burmah and to you. He told me of his darling boys, Poor orphans far away, With no mamma to kiss their lips, Or teach them how to pray. And would I be their new mamma, And join the little band Of those who, for the Saviour's sake, Dwell in a heathen land? Much do I love my darling boys, And much do they love me; Our Heavenly Father sent me here, Your new mamma to be. And if I closely follow Him, And hold your little hands, I hope to lead you up to heaven, To join the angel bands. Then with papa and both mammas, And her who went before, And Christ, who loves you more than all, Ye'll dwell for ever more. MRS. JUDSON. Melly, Anna and Susy |
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