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POEMS.
Then a few more fleeting years roll'd round
Of luxury and wealth in which they abound.
Of luxury and wealth in which they abound.
Death then called upon Darkness to spare
Her love—my love;—we are equal there.
Her love—my love;—we are equal there.
A few more years again passed by,
The idol of her heart was called to die.
The idol of her heart was called to die.
How shall I describe that maiden fair,
With love-lit eyes and auburn hair?
With love-lit eyes and auburn hair?
With soul so lofty, her angelic face
Ever shone forth with heavenly grace.
Ever shone forth with heavenly grace.
The memory of that sweet girl's life
Oft cheers my heart in this world of strife.
Oft cheers my heart in this world of strife.
In the first blush of youth God called away
This blooming flower with Him to stay.
This blooming flower with Him to stay.
Under this blow did Darkness quiver,
Beneath the rod of God the giver.
Beneath the rod of God the giver.
For conscience sake we hope she spent
Some time in prayer, and did repent.
Some time in prayer, and did repent.
Light often thought it made no impression,
Darkness had not yet learned her lesson.
Darkness had not yet learned her lesson.
