Dedication
Dedication
Go, little book, with many a prayer
Go on thy pinions light as air
The story and the life portray
Of her who sends thee forth today
Go, little book, God’s goodness tell
Whose praise her soul enraptured sings
Who gave the harp she loves so well
And in her childhood tuned the strings
Go, little book, her years recall
With countless friends so richly blest
She murmurs not whate’er befall
But feels the power of perfect rest
Go, little book, should some lone heart
Forget in thee one throb of pain
Shouldst thou but play this humble part
Thy author has not toiled in vain