Letter from Erastus Higley with a poem
Title
Letter from Erastus Higley with a poem
Description
Letter from Erastus Higley to Reverend Horace and Mary Denison Lyman. It contains a memorial poem for his relatives. Erastus was the uncle of Mary Denison Lyman.
Creator
Higley, Erastus
Is Part Of
Lyman Family Papers
Language
English
Identifier
PUA_MS31_32_a
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Source
Pacific University Archives
Format
Letter
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Text
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Rev. Horace Lyman
Missionary to Oregon
Preserve the seal unbroken until you arrive within the Tropic of Cancer. E.H.
To Rev. Horace Lyman, and my Dear niece, Mrs. Mary Denison Lyman, His Companion, Missionaries of the Cross to Oregon.
The following memorial is most affectionately inscribed, as a token of love and friendship, on bidding you last farewell. November 4, 1848
Erastus Higley
The Consolation
The northern Pole may dip beneath the wave,
The major Bear, hide in his icy cave:
The Rock of ages never changes place,
We live in him, and anchor on his grace.
He holds the ocean in his spacious hands,
The billows rise and fall, at his command;
Tempests awake to execute his will,
His work performed, the elements are still.
Was Jonah outcast? God preserved him; how?
A fish provided, takes the prophet now.
The infant Moses, cradled on the nile,
His guardian angel, watched the crocodiles.
Voracious lions shut their mouths in fear,
When Daniel comes, his friendly voice they hear,
Disarmed their rage, in mute prostration lie,
Far distant keep, or terror stricken die.
God is omnipotent, in counsel wise,
His children, dear as jewels in his eyes;
His love paternal, Measures out their years,
They look to him, and overcome their fears.
Missionary to Oregon
Preserve the seal unbroken until you arrive within the Tropic of Cancer. E.H.
To Rev. Horace Lyman, and my Dear niece, Mrs. Mary Denison Lyman, His Companion, Missionaries of the Cross to Oregon.
The following memorial is most affectionately inscribed, as a token of love and friendship, on bidding you last farewell. November 4, 1848
Erastus Higley
The Consolation
The northern Pole may dip beneath the wave,
The major Bear, hide in his icy cave:
The Rock of ages never changes place,
We live in him, and anchor on his grace.
He holds the ocean in his spacious hands,
The billows rise and fall, at his command;
Tempests awake to execute his will,
His work performed, the elements are still.
Was Jonah outcast? God preserved him; how?
A fish provided, takes the prophet now.
The infant Moses, cradled on the nile,
His guardian angel, watched the crocodiles.
Voracious lions shut their mouths in fear,
When Daniel comes, his friendly voice they hear,
Disarmed their rage, in mute prostration lie,
Far distant keep, or terror stricken die.
God is omnipotent, in counsel wise,
His children, dear as jewels in his eyes;
His love paternal, Measures out their years,
They look to him, and overcome their fears.