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POEMS.
That thou art glad explaineth why
The world around thee smiles, and I
Am happier—when thou art nigh.

As boundless as its sympathies
All tenderness thy nature is,
To bear with mine infirmities.

And thou dost find with secret art
Thy way into a weary heart,
And lease of strength anew 'impart.

How long—how long wilt thou delay?
Who unawares hast borne away
The melody and joy of day.

O from that far-alluring shore
Come back, I pray thee, and restore
Its gladness unto Life once more!




Cast Down.
"Out of the depths", I cry,
And know Thou nearest me,
Who, from Thy throne on high,
In tender sympathy
Art looking down where I
O'ershadowed, cling to Thee.