POOR LITTLE HEART.

Poor Pinky, that dear little heart,

She is gone, sore broke in her,

Died in distress, Poor little heart,

O it was heart rending.

O sick I do feel ever since,

I am left broken hearted,

She was my own heart within me,

She had more than common wit.

Poor Pinky's wit, and she loved me so well,

Them was the reasons,

I set so much by her,

And I raised her in my lap too.

She is taken from the evil to come,

If I had died and left her,

She would mourn for me,

And suffer, and die for me.

I wept all that night, and by spells ever since,

To God I cried, He supported me,

God has held me up, through all my trials,

And all I have to lean upon, in every cause.

If I had died and left her, to mourn, and suffer,

And could have known I should die and leave her,

I should have felt a great deal worse to leave her,

Than I do now, that she is gone before me.

I must be as reconciled as I can,

To part with Poor little dear,

All I have to comfort me is,

She is taken from the evil to come.

I hope I never shall have a hen, to set so much by again,

From over sea, she was brought to me, one week old,

I raised her in my lap,

She loved me dreadful dearly.

She would jam close to me,

Every chance she could get,

And talk to me, and want to get in my lap,

And set down close.

And when she was out from me,

If I only spoke her name,

She would be sure to run to me quick,

Without wanting anything to eat.

She placed her whole affections on me;

When she was alive, and saw me to the east window,

She would put her head through the pickets,

And look at me, as long as she could see my face.

She had more wit than any hen I ever knew,

Poor, sweet little dear, down in her silent grave,

Turning to dust, O heart rending,

I never can see her again.

God is supporting me under my trouble,

He took away my dear friend,

He has done it for the best,

It is all right and just.

But O it was heart rending,

For that Poor little heart,

To undergo death,

And for me to part with her.

When overwhelmed with grief,

My heart within me dies,

Helpless, and far from all relief,

To heaven I lift my eyes.

This world a place of misery,

O Lord land me in heaven,

That Holy, happy place,

When I bid adieu to this vain world.

Blessed are they,

Which have feelings to melt,

For the poor harmless dumb creatures,

And for sick human too.

And for all the troubled,

In the wide world around,

Human and dumb creatures too,

Great sympathy and love, they will have from the Lord.

I must be as reconciled as I can,

To part with Poor little dear,

It is all for the best,

From the evil to come.

She was sick and died very sudden,

Only two hours and a quarter,

About fifteen minutes dying.

Bloody water pouring out her mouth,

And her breath agoing, Poor little heart.

O dreadful melancholy I do feel for my dear,

She laid eggs till three days before her death,

She laid the most eggs, this four years around,

Than any hen I have on earth.

Soon my turn will come, and I must follow on,

I hope to land on that blest shore,

Where no sickness, no trouble, no trials,

Distress me no more.

My heart is fix'd on Thee, my God,

I rest my hope on Thee alone,

Christ wept so much himself,

He counts, and treasures up my tears.

Prayer an answer will obtain,

Through the Lord a little delay;

None shall seek his name in vain,

None be empty sent away.

The Lord takes pleasure in the just,

Whom sinners treat with scorn,

The meek, that lie despised in dust,

Salvation shall adorn.

Blest are the meek who stand afar,

From rage and passion, noise and war,

God will secure their happy state,

And plead their cause against the great.

To God I cried when troubles rose,

He heard me and subdued my foes,

He did my rising fears control,

And strength diffused through all my soul.

Consider how distressing sickness is to undergo,

And how distressing in many ways,

My parents’ sickness, a number of years,

Caused them to sell cows, oxen, horses, and sheep,

English meadow, clear land, and wood land,

Consider how distressing sickness is in many ways.