The Poets of Maine: John B. Hague ----------------------------------------------------- USGENWEB ARCHIVES NOTICE: In keeping with our policy of providing free genealogical information on the Internet, data may be freely used for personal research and by non-commercial entities as long as this message remains on all copied material. These electronic pages may not be reproduced in any format or presentation by other organizations or persons. Persons or organizations desiring to use this material for profit or any form of presentation, must obtain the written consent of the file submitter, or his legal representative and then contact the listed USGENWEB archivist with proof of this consent. Transcribed and submitted by Tina Vickery TVick65536@aol.com 14:19 09/25/1999 ----------------------------------------------------- The Poets of Maine A Collection of Specimen Poems From Over Four Hundred Verse-Makers of the Pine Tree State With Biographical Sketches Compiled by George Bancroft Griffith Portland, Maine Elwell, Pickard & Company Transcript Job Print Edward Small Binder Copyright by Elwell, Pickard & Co 1888. page 167 John B. Hague. Rev. John B. Hague, pastor for ten years at Eastport, was born in New Rochelle, N. Y., in 1813, and was a graduate of Hamilton College, in the class of 1832. He pursued his theological studies at Newton, graduating in 1835. His ordination took place at Eastport, Me., where he remained several years, as above stated. He has devoted the larger part of his life teaching young ladies. He has had schools in Jamaica Plain and Newton Centre for six years, at Hudson, N. Y., for ten years, and at Hackensack, N. J., whence he removed in 1870, and where he still resides. COME TO THE SAVIOUR. Oh thoughtless and gay one, where, where dost thou stray? Thy footsteps are treading destruction's broad way; The world hath deceived thee; beware of its art; Come now to the Saviour, and give him thy heart. O wandering disciple, where, where hast thou been? How couldst thou return to thy folly and sin? With Christ the Redeemer, O how couldst thou part? Return to thy Saviour, and give him thy hear. O weary and wounded and sin-burthened soul, Wouldst thou of thy pain and thy grief be made whole -- Have relief from thine anguish, and ease from thy smart? Then come to the Saviour, and give him thy heart. O come, one and all, while yet there is room; Christ waits to be gracious; he bids you all come. Blest Jesus, I come, with thee never to part, And freely, most freely, I give thee my heart.