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Title: Eve and her daughters of Holy Writ, or, Women of the Bible
Year: 1861 (1860s)
Authors: Caulkins, Frances Manwaring, 1795-1869
Subjects: Women in the Bible
Publisher: New York : American Tract Society
Contributing Library: Harold B. Lee Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Brigham Young University

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s; Each heart turned upwards from the sodSome special boon receives. To this, the transient days of love; To that, respect and age;To all the heavenly whispering Dove Harsh passions to assuage; Fierce trials to make souls resigned; Bright hopes to win large hearts:Thus heaven to every varying mind A varying grace imparts. Of Leahs life, the page unrolled No heart-rebellion shows •No wilful words or murmurings bold, Repinings deep disclose. Hear what her grateful faith reveals:The Lord hath heard my cry;The sorrows of my soul he heals:0 praise the Lord most high, LEAH. 47 And higher yet had been her meed Of praise for grace divine,Could she have seen the Promised Seed Spring up in her bright line. From Judah, Shiloh : wake, 0 tongue,And strive His praise to reach. Praise Him, the fountain of all song,The glory of all speech. Go, lonely wife, of Leah learn To make thy God thy love:Neglected one, sweet incense burn, And send thy heart above. 48 EVE AND HER DAUGHTERS THE MOTHER OF MOSES
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And when she could not longer hide him, she took for him an arkof bulrushes, and daubed it with slime and with pitch, and put thechild therein: and she laid it in the flags by the rivers brink.Exod. 2:3. THE MOTHER OF MOSES. 49 Sad mother! with a leaping heart she hearsThe wail of childhood; tortured by her fears,And mellowing all her work with prayers and tears. Along the Nile she gathers osiers green In furtive rambles, fearing to be seen, And seeking still the treasured heap to screen. Then secretly, and oft at midnight dark,She wTeaves and twines her faith into the ark,And with Gods blessing lines her cradle-bark. ;T was featly done; brave, buoyant as a shell;With pithy reeds to mount the billowy swell,And molten pitch all moisture to repel. A casket for her jewel! See, Jt is made:There lies the babe, in linen folds arrayed;A rosy face, with smiles and tears inlaid. The sister waits within some close retreat—The mother waits beside the mercy-seat—Jehovah waits to bless the wai

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