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God's best and choicest blessings rest on thee,
Beloved husband! may thy pathway be
Still calm and peaceful, if not bright as yore;
And though around us clouds, as oft before,
Shall seem to gather, yet may light from high
Show us our home against the evening sky,
And lead both us, and all our cherished band,
Till one by one we reach that better land,
And joyful hear the voice that bids us come,
The lost to meet, the loved to welcome home.
Beloved husband! may thy pathway be
Still calm and peaceful, if not bright as yore;
And though around us clouds, as oft before,
Shall seem to gather, yet may light from high
Show us our home against the evening sky,
And lead both us, and all our cherished band,
Till one by one we reach that better land,
And joyful hear the voice that bids us come,
The lost to meet, the loved to welcome home.
E.
October 6, 1859.
