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It comes in my dreams, this beautiful place,
Where love is the crowning charm,
And kindness and sympathy serve to chase
Away all deeds of harm.

There's nought that can tire, only to please,
In these beautiful dreams of mine;
Dreams that bring rest and perfect ease,
To finish the day's decline.




The Ruby.
Did'st ever think the ruby
Was the blood of human hearts,
Congealed by constant sorrow,
And the arrow of pains' darts?
It is said, whoever wears them
Is insured from harm to come,
And it ferrets out all poison,
Wherever one may roam.
But there's something in its color
And in its meaning too,
That has a double savor,—
May it not be thus to you.

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