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POEMS.
MY HAIR IS SILVERED O'ER.
My hair is silvered o'er the brow,
And fled the beauty of the face,
Where once did blushing roses grow.
Forever a settled sadness trace.
Oft memory lingers round the past,
When happy-hearted, light, and free,
Believing joy and love could last,
When thoughtless in my girlish glee.
When happy-hearted, light, and free,
Believing joy and love could last,
When thoughtless in my girlish glee.
Oh, ask me not to smile again,
While passing through this life of woe:
Remember few could bear the pain
I've struggled long and hard, to do.
While passing through this life of woe:
Remember few could bear the pain
I've struggled long and hard, to do.
In dreary solitude I wander,
Bereft of every hope in life
Beyond the wish to fling asunder
AH earthly ties and end the strife.
Bereft of every hope in life
Beyond the wish to fling asunder
AH earthly ties and end the strife.
Amid the burning deeds of wrong
I fly for rest, my God, to thee,—
To whom my hope and faith belong
Till death shall set my spirit free.
I fly for rest, my God, to thee,—
To whom my hope and faith belong
Till death shall set my spirit free.
