The Sampler by The Scarlet Letter

The verse:
 
THE SAMPLER
This sampler which first sppears in view,
When first begun cost many a tear:
The merit to my friends is due,
Who taught me the right course to steer.
The silken threads both long and fine
Did often break and make me sigh:
At crosses oft we do repine,
But still our hope's in him, on high.
Oh! Heavenly Father bless my friends:
Oh bless them with peculiar care:
For I can ne'er make them amends;
Oh heavenly Father hear my prayer.
The thread of Life may soon decay,
The knot may slip, then all is o'er:
Oh may the needle ne'er give way
Until we reach the happy shore.
 
Marsha has been reproducing samplers longer than pretty much anyone.  I was lucky to tour her farmstead back in the 90s, and it continues to be a memorable day.  Her reproduction charts are thorough, and come with stitch diagrams.