In Her Own Right

Letter from Sarah Mapps Douglass to Rebecca White 1860 September 19

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Date created 1860-09-19
Creator Douglass, S. M. (Sarah Mapps), 1806-1882
Subjects Douglass, S. M. (Sarah Mapps), 1806-1882 | White, Rebecca, -1906 | Friendship | Poetry | Quaker women | Women teachers | | Across Racial Lines | Douglass, S. M. (Sarah Mapps), 1806-1882 | White, Rebecca, -1906 | Friendship | Poetry | Quaker women | Women teachers | | Across Racial Lines
Geographical location Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, United States 39.952584, -75.165222
Geographical location Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, United States 39.952584, -75.165222
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Contributing institution Haverford College Library, Quaker & Special Collections
Transcription Phila. 9th mo. 19th. 60. Dear R, Yes, with heart felt [sic] gratitude I accept thy valuable gift. The life of Stephen Grelet [Grellet] must be a treasure to the Christian pilgrim. Thanks to my Heavenly Father’s tender love and sweet remembrance, it came a birthday gift. Today I am fifty four years old! To how little purpose have I lived!! For more than thirty years I have been teaching others, yet how little have I learned myself of the great Teacher of Nazareth. ‘Tis past meridian, my face is towards [p. 2] the setting sun. What have I gathered for life’s evening? What for this world? What for the next? For this life there is (seemingly) nothing but poverty, contempt, trial! For the next I have, O, glorious thought, hope in Christ!! Then oh my soul, “Then trim thy light, And get thy jewels all reset; ‘’Tis past meridian, but still bright And lacks some hours to sunset yet.’ At fifty four, Be strong and true; Scour off thy rust and shine anew. ‘Tis yet high day thy staff resume, And fight fresh battles for the truth; For what is age but youth’s full bloom [p. 3] A riper more transcendent youth! A [underlined] wedge of gold [/underlined] is [underlined] never [/underlined] old; Streams broader grow as downward rolled. Keep thy locks wet with morning dew, And freely let thy graces flow; For life well spent is ever new, And [underlined] years anointed younger grow. [/underlined] So work away; Be young for aye; From sunset breaking into day.” I am much interested in your school and rejoice to hear that it is prospering. I pray that the Divine blessing may rest upon it. I have a large school and many lazy children. I feel so poor and ignorant, so barren and empty, that I tremble when the hour [p. 4] for school arrives. While I was in the country I prayed often “Anoint me anew for the work I humbly believe thou hast given me to do.” I sometimes think this state is in answer to my petition. Dost thou not think it may be? My heart often turns to thee in tender love but I do not write for fear of tasking thee. I have written thy name and mine in the books thou hast so kindly sent, may they be found written in the “Lamb’s book of Life”, Prays fervently, S. M. Douglass.
Transcription Phila. 9th mo. 19th. 60. Dear R, Yes, with heart felt [sic] gratitude I accept thy valuable gift. The life of Stephen Grelet [Grellet] must be a treasure to the Christian pilgrim. Thanks to my Heavenly Father’s tender love and sweet remembrance, it came a birthday gift. Today I am fifty four years old! To how little purpose have I lived!! For more than thirty years I have been teaching others, yet how little have I learned myself of the great Teacher of Nazareth. ‘Tis past meridian, my face is towards [p. 2] the setting sun. What have I gathered for life’s evening? What for this world? What for the next? For this life there is (seemingly) nothing but poverty, contempt, trial! For the next I have, O, glorious thought, hope in Christ!! Then oh my soul, “Then trim thy light, And get thy jewels all reset; ‘’Tis past meridian, but still bright And lacks some hours to sunset yet.’ At fifty four, Be strong and true; Scour off thy rust and shine anew. ‘Tis yet high day thy staff resume, And fight fresh battles for the truth; For what is age but youth’s full bloom [p. 3] A riper more transcendent youth! A [underlined] wedge of gold [/underlined] is [underlined] never [/underlined] old; Streams broader grow as downward rolled. Keep thy locks wet with morning dew, And freely let thy graces flow; For life well spent is ever new, And [underlined] years anointed younger grow. [/underlined] So work away; Be young for aye; From sunset breaking into day.” I am much interested in your school and rejoice to hear that it is prospering. I pray that the Divine blessing may rest upon it. I have a large school and many lazy children. I feel so poor and ignorant, so barren and empty, that I tremble when the hour [p. 4] for school arrives. While I was in the country I prayed often “Anoint me anew for the work I humbly believe thou hast given me to do.” I sometimes think this state is in answer to my petition. Dost thou not think it may be? My heart often turns to thee in tender love but I do not write for fear of tasking thee. I have written thy name and mine in the books thou hast so kindly sent, may they be found written in the “Lamb’s book of Life”, Prays fervently, S. M. Douglass.