THE HAEP OF PITCAIEN. 311 
I BELIEVE, I BELIEVE. 
" How are you to-day, Polly ? " said I to 
the wife of George Adams, who had long 
been grievously afflicted with a cancer in 
her breast, and was rapidly approaching the 
grave. 
" I shall soon be at home, s^V," she said. 
" On whom is your hope placed at this 
time ? " I asked. 
" On the Messed Saviour who died for me, 
and has redeemed me." 
And then she went on to declare her 
faith and hope, of which the accompanying 
verses are the substance. 
You ask how I feel in the prospect of death, 
And whether the grave has no terrors for me ? 
If bright are my hopes, and unshaken my faith, 
And to whom for relief in my sufferings I flee ? 
The questions are weighty, and I am so weak, 
Yet will I endeavour an answer to give ; 
And this is the substance of what I would speak,- - 
I believe, I believe. 
On the brink of the grave it has pleased my Lord 
To keep me long waiting the word to depart ! 
And though for dismission I oft have implored, 
Yet He has forgiven the thought of my heart : 
