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POEMS.
Thou hast been all in all to me, and I will guard thee now,
So that a shade may never be upon that laughing brow.
Then come, my own, my cherished one, the last lov'd tie to earth,
Draw near, that I may listen to thy tones of gleeful mirth;
Sing me thy sainted mother's lays, that joy this heart may fill,
And the sunny dreams of other days may rest upon me still.
And when the clouds of evening come across yon summer sea,
And night steals o'er the cottage home so lov'd by thee and me,
Together kneeling side by side we'll breathe a fervent prayer,
That God may guard the Blind old Man and bless thy tender care.
H. A.
So that a shade may never be upon that laughing brow.
Then come, my own, my cherished one, the last lov'd tie to earth,
Draw near, that I may listen to thy tones of gleeful mirth;
Sing me thy sainted mother's lays, that joy this heart may fill,
And the sunny dreams of other days may rest upon me still.
And when the clouds of evening come across yon summer sea,
And night steals o'er the cottage home so lov'd by thee and me,
Together kneeling side by side we'll breathe a fervent prayer,
That God may guard the Blind old Man and bless thy tender care.
H. A.
