SUPPOSED ADDRESS TO BISHOP KEN.

Though his words might well deceive me,

Though to earth abased I bend,

Christian guide, thou wilt not leave me,

Thus on earth without a friend!

I thought his vows were oaths in heaven,

Nor dare I here my fault deny;

For all my soul to him was given,

God knows how true, how tenderly!

Though wronged and desolate and dying,

His pride, his coldness, I forgot,

And fell upon his bosom, crying,

Forsake me not — forsake me not!

I left my father, and my mother,

Whom I no more on earth may see,

But I have found a father, brother,

And more than every friend, in thee!

Although his words might well deceive me,

Though wronged, and desolate I lie,

Christian guide, thou wilt not leave me,

Oh, teach me to repent and die!