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TO DR. PERRY.
May these humble flowerets shed around their rich perfume,
Their mystic eloquence pervade thy heart, thy soul illume;
May each loving dream that's past their presence now recall,
Bid every pulse thrill with delight, till pain no more inthrall.
Their mystic eloquence pervade thy heart, thy soul illume;
May each loving dream that's past their presence now recall,
Bid every pulse thrill with delight, till pain no more inthrall.
Could my sympathy avail, how gratefully I'd pour;
In tender offices of love thy feeble strength restore.
The desolation, agony! alas, I may not tell
How much is mingled in thy cup—on this I dare not dwell:
But ask of Him who reigns above, a blessing now to send,
To soothe thy anguish, cheer thy heart, thine every ill to mend;
May all the friends thou'st ever loved be dearer now to see—
Such lovely coronals of hope as these I bear to thee.
In tender offices of love thy feeble strength restore.
The desolation, agony! alas, I may not tell
How much is mingled in thy cup—on this I dare not dwell:
But ask of Him who reigns above, a blessing now to send,
To soothe thy anguish, cheer thy heart, thine every ill to mend;
May all the friends thou'st ever loved be dearer now to see—
Such lovely coronals of hope as these I bear to thee.
