Letter from Joel and Joseph Johnson, circa 13 May 1842

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For the Times & Seasons
Died at Hancock Co. Ill. May 5th 1842 Nancy Maria, Daughter of & Susan [Bryant] Johnson, aged 9, months & 13, days.
 
The Mothers Reflection
 
How can I begin to record
The Sorrow with which I am filled,
When called upon by the Lord
To part with my only dear child.
 
But when I a moment Reflect
I cease in my heart to complain
Gods right is to give, & to take
And Blessed; yea, Ble’st Be his name
 
I Know that my Babe is at Rest
Where nothing can trouble it mor[e]
Can Live & can Sing with the Bles’t.
Where pains and afflictions are Oer
 
Its actions are fresh in my mind,
While viewing the place it has left,
But still to Gods will feel Resigned
Altho of my darling Bereft
 
Which now is resigned <​consigned​> to the tomb
The hour that’s appointed for all
Then why should I mourn at its doom
Or weep for whom Jesus doth call.
 
I ne’er will so hard hearted be
Again for to wish it Back here
When now from all trouble tis free
Its Soul from all Blemish is Clear
 
And now from my mourning I’ll cease.
And try in the name of the Lord
In wisdom & faith to increase
& Live & abide by his word [p. [1]]
For the Times & Seasons
Died at Hancock Co. Ill. May 5th 1842 Nancy Maria, Daughter of & Susan [Bryant] Johnson, aged 9, months & 13, days.
 
The Mothers Reflection
 
How can I begin to record
The Sorrow with which I am filled,
When called upon by the Lord
To part with my only dear child.
 
But when I a moment Reflect
I cease in my heart to complain
Gods right is to give, & to take
And Blessed; yea, Ble’st Be his name
 
I Know that my Babe is at Rest
Where nothing can trouble it more
Can Live & can Sing with the Bles’t.
Where pains and afflictions are Oer
 
Its actions are fresh in my mind,
While viewing the place it has left,
But still to Gods will feel Resigned
Altho of my darling Bereft
 
Which now is consigned to the tomb
The hour that’s appointed for all
Then why should I mourn at its doom
Or weep for whom Jesus doth call.
 
I ne’er will so hard hearted be
Again for to wish it Back here
When now from all trouble tis free
Its Soul from all Blemish is Clear
 
And now from my mourning I’ll cease.
And try in the name of the Lord
In wisdom & faith to increase
& Live & abide by his word [p. [1]]
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