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And through the flush of the purple even,
I shall look in the eyes that have looked on heaven!
Patience a little! from over the sea,
Darling, darling, I'm coming to thee!

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GROWING OLD.

They sit together at the door
 Through which, long years ago,
They passed, a newly-wedded pair,
 In youth's first rosy glow.
Then her round cheek was red and warm,
 Her hair was rippling gold;
His form was stately as the oak:
 But now they both are old.

Her blooming cheek is wrinkled now,
 The sweet blue eyes are dim;
But full of love and holy trust
 They ever turn to him,
With the calm faith and hope she felt
 Upon her bridal day,
When the long future, flower-clad,
 Stretched out before her lay.

Now, in the eventide of life,
 They watch the twilight haze
Grow on the hills and hang above
 The chain of land-locked bays,—