See [194]Note When the four quarters of the world shall rise, Men, women, children, at the judgment-time, Perchance this Memphian girl, dead ere her prime, Shall drop her mask, and with dark new-born eyes Salute our English Mary, loved and lost; The Father knows her little [195]scroll of prayer, And life as pure as His Egyptian air; For, though she knew not JESUS, nor the cost At which He won the world, she learn'd to pray; And though our own sweet babe on CHRIST's good name Spent her last breath, premonish'd and advised Of Him, and in His glorious Church baptized, -- She will not spurn this old-world child away, Nor put her poor embalméd heart to shame. |