This is a 'Hymn' I have on a sampler by a member of our family. Embroidered in 1819 by Eliza Elizabeth Roberton,11 years of age. Quite a morbid subject for that age. Sadly she died three months later by choking on a plum stone. <br /> <br />Think Mighty God on feeble man, <br />How few his hours! How short his span! <br />Short from the cradle to the grave. <br />Who can secure his vital breath, <br />Against the bold demands of death, <br />With skill to fly or power to save. <br /> <br />Forever blessed be the Lord, <br />Who gives his Saints a long reward, <br />For all their toil, reproach and pain <br />Let all below and all above, <br />Join to proclaim thy wondrous love, <br />And each repeat their loud, Amen! <br /> <br />Anonymous.<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hymn-2/
