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462 SARAH C. EDGARTON MAYO. In 1846, she became the wife of the Rev. A. D. Mayo, a minister of the Universalist persuasion, in Gloucester, Massachusetts, where she resided until her death, which took place after a brief illness, on the 9th of July 1848. It is said that "her character was a model of Christian excellence;" and her poems are marked by an elevation of thought, a directness of expression, and a purity and tenderness of feeling, which are altogether in harmony with such an encomium. BE FIRM. BE firm! whatever tempts thy soul To loiter ere it reach its goal, Whatever syren voice would draw Thy heart from duty and its law, Oh that distrust! Go bravely on, And, till the victor-crown be won, Be firm! Firm when thy conscience is assailed, Firm when the star of hope is veiled, Firm in defying wrong and sin, Firm in life's conflict, toil and din, Firm in the path by martyrs trod,– And oh, in love to man and God Be firm! THOU ART FORMED TO GUIDE AY, truly, dearest, thou art form'd to guide, To guide, to shelter, to uphold and bless, And I can walk with brave heart at thy side Safe in thy spirit's strength and tenderness. Thine eye, so clear, the dim way can discern, No track in life looks doubtful unto thee, Oh, let me take thy hand, and meekly learn The way of duty, sometimes dark to me. SARAH C. EDGARTON MAYO. 463 Thy mind is like a torch that through the gloom Sheds a clear brightness where our feet should tread; O blessed lot, from altar to the tomb, By hand and heart so steadfast to be led! AMBITION. LO! on the mountain's brow One point of gleaming light! And thither climbest thou, With eye and spirit bright. Ay, thou at least shalt stand In all that golden glow, A sceptre shining in thy hand To rule the world below. Oh use that sceptre well! Not as a spear to smite, But like a wand of mighty spell To serve the cause of Right! If thou win power, do good! If Fame, deserve thy meed! If Wealth, oh, pour it like a flood O'er all this world of need! THE ANSWERED PRAYER. I PRAYED for Beauty—for the magic spell That binds the wisest with its potent thrall; That I within fond human hearts might dwell, And shine the fairest in the festal hall. I would have seen the lordliest bend the knee, The loveliest bow, o'er-dazzled by my charms; While he I long had vainly loved—ah, HE, Subdued, should clasp me fondly in his arms!
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