[Aminta, though my Eyes ne'er saw thy beauties]
Aminta, though my Eyes ne’er saw thy beauties,
Though I was ne’er acquainted with thy worth
’Till righteous Heaven had call’d thee to thy Home,
Though thy superior Genius tow’r’d beyond
My little reach, and though thy nobler Soul 5
Enjoy’d a stronger faith, a bolder hope
(Prepar’d betimes for Glory) yet methinks
Humbly I fain would boast a kindred Mind.
Like thine my wishes and my better hopes
Are fix’d above, ’tis Heaven my Soul desires 10
And Int’rest in the favour of my God;
Favour and grace to guide my wand’ring feet
To lead me to himself and fix my heart
Entirely his. Give me O gracious God
The enjoyment of thy soul sustaining smiles 15
Whilst here I wander in a vale of tears,
And fit me for those pure unmingled pleasures
The blest enjoy when time shall be no more.
O could I boldly hope my Heaven secure
Like thine, Aminta, should my thoughts aspire 20
And longing pant for Immortality,
Press forward still to gain a glorious prize
Regardless of the intervening woes.
The toils of Life, the pangs of struggling Nature,
In Death’s important hour would lose their terror. 25
Serenely then I too might wait the blow
And smiling welcome pain and ling’ring weakness
As gentle Messengers to call me Home.
I follow thee Aminta, and I hope
To overtake ^thee^ even beyond the Grave. 30
My hours fly off apace, a few more days
best most a few revolving Seasons more
And this poor feeble Body drops to dust;
Then may my Soul wash’d in a Saviour’s blood
Return to God and join the angelic Choir, 35
United as a Sister Spirit joins
With thee, Aminta, in eternal Praise.
Text: Steele Collection 10/2; also 3/6/2 (transcribed by Anne Steele), Angus Library, Regent's Park College, Oxford; ‘Aminta’ is Hannah Wakeford (1725-1746) (see her entries on this site), the first wife of Joseph Wakeford; see also Whelan, Nonconformist Women Writers, vol. 4, p. .