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Grant me this joy, and when my soul
Her farewell to the world shall sigh;
When unknown seas beneath me roll,
And lift their deathful billows high;
Then when my frail and fainting sight,
To this receding world is dim,
The lustre of my Saviour's light
Shall brightly mark my way to Him.
TO A FRIEND, ON THE TWENTY-FOURTH ANNIVERSARY OF HER MARRIAGE.
YOU say, that life to you has been
A mix'd and chequer'd dream,
That hours, and days, and years have flown,
As rapid as a stream.
You tell me that your youthful prime
Like morning shadows past,
That every year of fleeting time
Grew shorter till the last.
