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My mind is very solemn a I reflect that another month of my
life has fled forever, Oh what a shadow is this little span
which we call life, miserable, who has no hope of a better,
jesus: when shall that dear day,
that youthful hour appear,
when I shall leave this house of clay
and dwell amongst em there;
I have walk out this morning and I think that I am
better for it, but I am greaved to see christen so conformed
to the world and dress like the worlds people O may
my heart be more weaned from this vain world
O how painful tis to part with Dear friend Cosen Cross
has this moment left us for home, I pray that she
will arrive in safety to her dear parents and sisters