Lines on the Providential Escape of my Honoured Mother

WRITTEN ON THE ANNIVERSARY OF THE DAY .

Remembrance, on this conscious day,
With softest light shall shine,
And Gratitude's celestial ray
Shall make its beams divine!

For oh! from danger's awful brink,
E LIZA 's form we see;
How from that giant foe we shrink,
Whene'er he aims at thee!

Oh! blest be Mercy's conq'ring powers!
Our heartfelt praise is due —
We felt E LIZA 's danger ours,
And feel the rescue too!
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