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- The following verses were written by her husband Walter after Lydia's death...
"THE MOURNING HUSBAND.
Though God oÂ’erwhelms with sovereign stroke, And blasts my dearest pleasures here, His cheering smiles IÂ’ll still invoke And love, and trust, and hope and fear.
Though clouds may hide his smiling face, His chastenings, and his love unite, In darkest hours, his sovereign grace, Like bow of promise, cheers my sight.
He leads me on through lifeÂ’s dark path With future wisely hid from view; I feel the tokens of his wrath Mingled with blessings not a few.
Such sorrow fills my wounded heart, As friends, or strangers, cannot tell; God has taken my better part, Yet I would worship, and be still.
The world to me is clad in gloom, Its pleasures dim with grief, alloy, For lo! the dark insatiate tomb Hides now the relic of lifeÂ’s joy.
Yet hope inspires my soul to trust, And may that hope neÂ’er prove in vain, That Christ will raise that precious dust, And I shall see her yet again.
Strong faith presents her to my sight, For ever fixed in heavenly home, Arrayed in robes of purest light And beckoning me with smiles to come.
In glorious hopes, my soulÂ’s delight, To live in day, without the night; No more to sin, no more to die, To live with God, and friends on high.
By night, by day, my thoughts ascend, And rove through heavenly scenes above; Angels I pass, to meet my friend, And Saviour too, with equal love.
But when the happy visions fade, I realize I’m here below— A pilgrim walking in the shade, Of death’s dark monument of woe."
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Thrale history
1787 - 1859 (72 years)
(Age 50 years)m. Virgil SOPER