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POEMS.
And I shall see the counterpart
Of that blest scene that won my heart
For one delightful hour;
The world is wide—I look abroad
"Through Nature up to Nature's God."
And own his wondrous power.




The Mission of the Flowers.
::Just over the way there
  Was crape on the door,
Looped up with a ribbon of white;
  And I knew that a dear
  One had passed on before
To her home in that land of delight.

  I knew of the sorrow
  Bereavement imparts,
Of grief, when a loved one is gone,
  And thought of the great
  Aching void in their hearts,
Till my own was in sympathy drawn.

  Low down in the valley
  Of shadows I know
Friends walked in the deepest of gloom;
  And often I wondered
  If aught I could do
Their desolate way to illume.