356 MEMOIR OF GEORGE WILSON. CHAR IX. 



Lose thy will in God's great will. 



By and by He will upraise thee, 

 In His own good time and season, 



When 'tis meet that thou should' st go, 

 And will show thee fullest reason 



Why he kept thee here below. 

 Wings of doves shall not be given ; 

 But to lift thee up to heaven, 

 Thou shalt have entire dominion 

 O'er the eagle's soaring pinion, 

 Thou shalt mount to God's own eyrie, 



And become a crowned saint, 

 Thou shalt run and not be weary, 



Walk, and never faint ; 

 Therefore utter no complaint." 



Now I lie upon my bed 



Saying, " Be it even so, 

 I will wait in faith and hope 



Till the eagle's wings shall grow." 



The subjects of his verses are very varied, some being sacred, 

 and expressive of his deeper feelings ; others brimming over 

 with fun, as in the youthful days, in the form of Valentines, 

 prefaces to books for autographs, and rhyming letters. Of the 

 lighter effusions we may name, ' A Naughty Graph ;' ' Valentine 

 to S. D.'s donkey, Flora;' and a series of Valentines from 

 Eedivivo, his terrier, to Lady Fanny, a pet squirrel, in which 

 both these animals show a power of versification highly credit- 

 able to them. 



A specimen of the more humorous will not be unwelcome : 



ONE OF THE ADVANTAGES OF NOT BEING ABLE 

 TO WRITE YOUR NAME. 



I'VE heard a story of a country wight, 



Whether 'tis true or not I cannot tell, 

 Who never had been taught to write, 



And very likely could not spell. 

 He kept a sort of shop of shops, 



Dealing in blacking, boots, and teas, 

 In Epsom salts, and humming tops, 



And cotton handkerchiefs, and Stilton cheese. 

 His windows were so full they cut a dash, 



And he displayed his goods, and people wanted them ; 

 And if they could not pay in cash, 



And asked for credit, why, 'twas granted them. 



