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POEMS.
"The balmy air, the bright sunshine,
The odor of the flowers,
The song of birds, shall all combine,
In coming vernal hours,
To cheat disease, and soon restore
To life its blush and bloom once more."
The odor of the flowers,
The song of birds, shall all combine,
In coming vernal hours,
To cheat disease, and soon restore
To life its blush and bloom once more."
As in each heart this hopeful thought
Grew every day more dear,
Beside her, though we knew it not,
An angel hovered near,
Unseen, and beckoned her away
To realms of everlasting day.
Grew every day more dear,
Beside her, though we knew it not,
An angel hovered near,
Unseen, and beckoned her away
To realms of everlasting day.
Ere winter passed, was made a grave
Beneath the frozen sod;
And in the spring shall grasses wave
Where we in sadness trod,
And roses shall their sweet perfume
Exhale above a narrow tomb.
Beneath the frozen sod;
And in the spring shall grasses wave
Where we in sadness trod,
And roses shall their sweet perfume
Exhale above a narrow tomb.
Dear heart, that never harbored guile,
In thought, mature and wise,
A being, lent to earth awhile,
But fitted for the skies;
Why weep that she is freed from pain
Before the roses bloom again?
In thought, mature and wise,
A being, lent to earth awhile,
But fitted for the skies;
Why weep that she is freed from pain
Before the roses bloom again?
