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TO MY HUSBAND.
No matter what of hope or light
The weary day might miss,
I never close my eyes at night
Without thy good-night kiss.
Forever in that quiet grave
(Albeit they say the dead
Know nothing of the busy world
That whirls above their head),
I think my sleep would be less deep
If any but thine own
Were the last earthly touch I felt
Ere I was left alone.
Kiss me, but do not. weep, beloved!
Nay, rather bless our God
That made so bright the little time
That we together trod;
