IN MEMORY OF MRS. O'BRIEN.
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Are hovering, and at night thy angel-arms
Enfold again the loved of earth, and guard
From coming ills the children of thy heart
It must be so, for oh, I know that this
Blest presence is thine own. Thy spirit glides
Around me at the morning, noon, and eve,
And at the solemn midnight, and I thank
Thy God and mine, that I am not alone.
Enfold again the loved of earth, and guard
From coming ills the children of thy heart
It must be so, for oh, I know that this
Blest presence is thine own. Thy spirit glides
Around me at the morning, noon, and eve,
And at the solemn midnight, and I thank
Thy God and mine, that I am not alone.
Berford, April 12th, 1851.
