Author Mary Mollineux Let us, my Friend , all peevish Self withstand, And in the Meekness of the Spotless Lamb, Lead one another gently by the Hand, And travel forward to the holy Land, Where the Redeemed on Mount Sion stand, With Harps of Living Praises in their Hand. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments