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12 I am a woman that has [?] affliction by the
rod of his hand, remembering mine affliction and my
misery the wormwood and the gall, my Soul hath
them still in remembrance, and is humbled in me
O my Dear children, my Son Last word was
Father Father he died with out a grone, and
Lydia Last words was all is well thus died my
beloved children, its it affecting to think that
they are gone I can hardly make it Seem a
reality yet that it is So: that the countenance on
which we looked So recently, is changed: that
they Eye is closed: that the tongue is mute: that
the heart is cold: that the whole forme is
mouldering back to [?], yet thus it is, and
it shows us strikingly the frailty of man
he came forth as a flower: but is cut down and
Withered, O man. what wilt thou build for thyself on Earth,