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You that are young, Behold and see How quickly Death has Conquer'd me, His fatal stroak, it was so strong, It took me off when I was young. It's God himself that knows why That in my youth I was to die.
I, Arratoon Catchick, a follower of the Saviour, was born in the great City of Ispahan, and leaving my native country in early life came out to India for the purpose of trade. It chanced that at one time I was at Syedabad, where I was married in accordance with the rites and ceremonies of our Holy Church. Annie was the name of my wife, who was adorned with heavenly graces. She bore me children like angels, who praised the glory of the Lord. Oh how great a joy they were to us, when they would wake up at dawn, to glorify the Lord with songs of praise, whereby they would fill our home with all that was good! but, alas! inconstant and cruel destiny spares not even the tender years of youth, for the unendurable gall of death fell on our dear children, on whom the skill of all medical treatment proved of no avail. Forty days rolled by, and ruthless death snatched from our arms our beloved pair of turtle-doves for whose irreparable loss my devoted wife, through excessive grief, succumbed to consumption, and she soon went to her rest, and leaving this world, departed to associate with the saints above.
Then I who was left alone asked the Lord in my weakness to give rest to my soul, who, having compassion on me, sent anon his angel after my soul, in answer to the prayers of unhappy me, and into whose hands I yielded my soul with all faith, humbly asking remission for my innumerable sins, and my body remains here in this secret abode to rise again on the day of resurrection.