LINES BY NESSY HEYWOOD. 87 
blissful hour ! moment of delight ! 
Replete with happiness, with rapture bright. 
An age of pain is sure repaid by this ; 
'Tis joy too great 'tis ecstasy of bliss. 
My beating heart, oppress' d with woe and care, 
Has yet to learn such happiness to bear. 
From grief, distracting grief, thus high to soar, 
To know dull pain and misery no more, 
To hail each op'ning morn with new delight, 
To rest in peace and joy each happy night, 
To see my Lycidas from bondage free, 
Restored to life, to pleasure, and to me ; 
To see him thus, adorn' d with virtue's charms, 
To give him to a longing mother's arms, 
To know him by surrounding friends caress'd ; 
Of honour, fame, of life's best gifts possess'd ; 
Oh, my full heart ! 'tis joy, 'tis bliss supreme, 
And though 'tis real, yet, how like a dream ! 
Then teach me, Heav'n, to bear it as I ought ; 
Inspire each rapt'rous, each transporting thought. 
Teach me to bend beneath thy bounteous hand, 
With gratitude my willing heart expand ; 
To Thy Omnipotence I humbly bow, 
Afflicted once but ah ! how happy now ! 
What reader does not wish to learn more 
about Nessy Heywood? In less than a year 
after her beloved brother's liberation, whilst 
still in her youthful days, she was called away 
from taking a part in this busy anxious world. 
It no longer remained for her to " rejoice with 
them that do rejoice, and weep with them that 
weep.' 1 Active and alert no more in the service 
of those she loved, she was to seek her employ- 
ment and consolation in her sick chamber ; and 
there is reason to believe, that, trusting in her 
Redeemer's merits, she found comfort in true 
Religion, without which the ties of affection 
must, she knew, be utterly dissolved, the enjoy- 
ment derived from it pass away for ever. 
