Poems (Louisa Blake)/Devotion

For works with similar titles, see Devotion.
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DEVOTION.
When every earthly joy is fled, When friends are dead and gone,When parents in the grave are laid And we are left alone:
When sickness comes with torturing pain, And dire disease draws nigh,To whom but to a gracious God, For succor shall we fly?
When on the stormy sea of life Our little bark is toss'd,With care and pain at every turn Our devious path is cross'd;
What can afford us strength of mind, Give patience under pain,What teach us how to be resign'd, How sorrow to sustain?
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It is Devotion's gentle glow, That elevates the heart,That bids us calmly sorrow bear, And act the Christian part.
Devotion's lineaments we trace In every Christian breast,And where she makes her dwelling-place, Is found sweet peace and rest;
She gives a zest to all the good, With which our life is blest,Where she resides nought can occur To make the mind distress'd;
She 's with us all our journey through, And when our death draws nigh,She still remains our constant friend, And points us to the sky.
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