[From Mona Miscellany second series Manx Soc vol 21]

LINES COMPOSED BY Miss MARCIA CLARK, OF JURBY, DURING HER LAST ILLNESS, MARCH 27, 1828.

I.

AND must your sister Marcia die,
And leave you all to weep?
And must she to her Father fly,
And bow at Jesus’ feet?

II.

And shall you never hear her voice
In conversation, as before?
Ah! no; she’ll soon be lost in death,
And you shall see her here no more.

III.

Your loss is her eternal gain,
To heaven by angels she’ll be brought;
‘Tis there she’ll never suffer pain,
Nor have one bad or evil thought.

IV.

In heaven her side will never pain,
Her aching head will be at rest,
Her panting heart will cease to beat
And she shall dwell among the blest.

V.

In heaven she’ll meet her brothers dear,
And sisters who are gone before;
And Oh! what glory shall appear,
When she shall land on Canaan’s shore.

VI.

Oh! then her Saviour shall appear,
With glory shining in his face
He’ll reach his hand to draw her near,
To dwell within that happy place.

VII.

My dearest mother thinks it hard
To part with me and let me go
0! yes, my mother, we must part,
And I must leave you here below.

VIII.

O Jesus, bless my parent dear,
My mother who will sigh and weep,
Teach her to say "Thy will be done,"
And sit like Mary at Thy feet.

IX.

O mother, mind you’ll watch and pray,
And then you shall sweet comfort find;
Jesus will guard you every day,
And cast your troubles all behind.

X.

My father dear, what shall I say
To urge you to return to God,
O read your Bible, watch and pray,
And we’ll meet in his blest abode.

XI.

Lord bless my brothers, sisters dear,
And all my friends that prov’d so kind;
O may you all to God draw near,
And stop not one dear soul behincL

XII.

I soon shall bid you all farewell,
My blessing I do leave with you;
In paradise I soon shall dwell,
And bid the world and all adieu.