Mizpah.
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TO MISS ANNIE N.
Annie, when friends around thee throng,
Culling life's flowers for thee,
To twine a garland for thy brow,
That thou mayst happy be;
When thy bright smiles in some fond eye,
Reflected thou canst see—
Look! through the vista of years past,
With one sweet smile for me.
Culling life's flowers for thee,
To twine a garland for thy brow,
That thou mayst happy be;
When thy bright smiles in some fond eye,
Reflected thou canst see—
Look! through the vista of years past,
With one sweet smile for me.
And when thy youth and beauty fade,
And barren earth appears,
When thou art left alone to mourn
In sorrow and in tears,
Though from no heart, to thy low sigh,
An echo comes to thee—
List! from the hills of vanished days,
For one deep sigh from me.
And barren earth appears,
When thou art left alone to mourn
In sorrow and in tears,
Though from no heart, to thy low sigh,
An echo comes to thee—
List! from the hills of vanished days,
For one deep sigh from me.
MIZPAH.
God watch between us, though apart
Our weary feet must rove,
And bind with golden clasps this heart
With thine in holy love.
Our weary feet must rove,
And bind with golden clasps this heart
With thine in holy love.
When brightly beams the sky above,
As on some placid lake we glide,
Each fragile bark, God watch with love,
And to some blissful haven guide,
As on some placid lake we glide,
Each fragile bark, God watch with love,
And to some blissful haven guide,
