Written In London, On The 19th Of March 1796 Poem by Matilda Betham

A lov'd companion, chosen friend,
Does at this hour depart,
Whom the dear name of father binds
Still closer to my heart.
On him may joy-dispensing heav'n
Each calm delight bestow,
And eas'd of peace-destroying care
His life serenely flow!
Did I but know his bosom calm,
And free from anxious fear,
Around me in more cheerful hues
Would every scene appear.

And I will hope that he, who ne'er
Repin'd at heav'n's decree,
But ever patient and resign'd,
Submissive bent the knee:
Who, best of fathers, never sought
For arbitrary sway,
But free within each youthful mind,
Bade Reason lead the way.
Who taught us, 'stead of servile fear,
A warm esteem to prove,
And bade each act of duty spring,
From gratitude and love.
Yes, I must hope that generous mind
With many cares opprest,
Shall in the winter of his days
With sweet repose be blest.