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POEMS.
TO A FRIEND.
On thy smiling face I can trace
A beauty fresh and rare,—
That memory never can efface.—
How shall I this declare?
I only know a beautiful rest
Comes over this lonely heart
When I enter thy home so sweet.
And leaves me when I depart.
Comes over this lonely heart
When I enter thy home so sweet.
And leaves me when I depart.
Thy earthly home is lovely, friend;
May no sorrow ever blight;
While you on our God depend,
With loved ones you unite.
May no sorrow ever blight;
While you on our God depend,
With loved ones you unite.
This life is but a passing dream,
To joys and sorrows given,
Affording but the faintest gleam
Of peace and rest in heaven.
To joys and sorrows given,
Affording but the faintest gleam
Of peace and rest in heaven.
