Maria Smith Abdy

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Maria Abdy, née Smith (c. 1797-1867) was an English poet. Early life Maria Abdy was the daughter of Richard Smith, a solicitor, and Maria Smith, sister to James and Horace Smith. James and Horace were authors of the comedy book Rejected Addresses written in 1812. Maria Abdy was a first born child. Marriage Maria Abdy had a love for science, but she would become frustrated with mysteries she didn't understand. She married John Channing Abdy, a clergyman who succeeded his father as rector of St John's, Southwark. John Channing Abdy and Maria Abdy had at least one boy before she was widowed in the 1830s. Poems Some of her religious poems were intended to be sung as hymns. She also published poetry in periodicals, such as the New Monthly Magazine and the Metropolitan Magazine, and annuals such as The Keepsake and the Book of Beauty. She often signed her name "M.A". Many of Maria's subjects involved circumstances in modern life. Most of her work is instructional, but she could also be very clever because of the influence of her uncles. Her comic pieces are very successful and imaginative. Maria Abdy died on 19 July in 1867.)

The Best Poem Of Maria Smith Abdy

Broken Ties

The Broken Ties of happier days,
How often do they seem
To come before our mental gaze.
Like a remembered dream;
Around us each dissevered chain,
I n sparkling ruin lies.
And earthly hand can ne'er again
Unite those Broken Ties.

The parents of our infant home,
The kindred that we loved,
Far from our arms perchance may roam.
To distant scenes removed,
Or we have watched their parting breath,
And closed their weary eyes,
And sighed to think how sadly death
Can sever human ties.

The friends, the loved ones of our youth,
They too are gone or changed,
Or worse than all, their love and truth
Are darkened and estranged;
They meet us in the glittering throng
With cold averted eyes,
And wonder that we weep our wrong,
And mourn our Broken Ties.

Oh ! who in such a world as this,
Could bear their lot of pain,
Did not one radiant hope bliss
Unclouded yet remain?

That
hope the Sovereign Lord has given,
Who reigns beyond the skies;

That
hope unites our souls to Heaven,
By Faith's enduring ties.

Each care, each ill of mortal birth,
Is sent in pitying love,
To lift the lingering heart from earth,
And speed its flight above;
And every pang that rends the breast,
And every joy that dies,
Tell us to seek a safer rest,
And trust to holier ties.

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