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POEMS.
Of aid and sympathy, and naught
Can dissipate the hopeful thought
That they will yet—come back.
Can dissipate the hopeful thought
That they will yet—come back.
A thousand things suggest the sense
Of our unworthiness
To be the blest recipients
Of love, whose sweet munificence
Conferred such happiness.
Of our unworthiness
To be the blest recipients
Of love, whose sweet munificence
Conferred such happiness.
O will they not forgive, wherein
We may have done amiss,
And place, against regretted sin,
The wish we had more faithful been,
And but remember this?
We may have done amiss,
And place, against regretted sin,
The wish we had more faithful been,
And but remember this?
That, though by careless act or word
Unguarded and undue,
In human frailty we have erred
And oft their tender anguish stirred,
Our hearts were always true.
Unguarded and undue,
In human frailty we have erred
And oft their tender anguish stirred,
Our hearts were always true.
Unto that far-off home to-night
Is wafted many a thought,
By those directed in its flight
Whom they have sought to guide aright,
And who forget them not.
November, 1884.
Is wafted many a thought,
By those directed in its flight
Whom they have sought to guide aright,
And who forget them not.
November, 1884.
