POEMS.
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For you have never, darling, caused mother heart pain;
And I trust that in beauty and love you'll remain.
You have been my heart's comfort on many a day,
When so earnestly to God my sad heart would pray—
And I trust that in beauty and love you'll remain.
You have been my heart's comfort on many a day,
When so earnestly to God my sad heart would pray—
That grief so heart-rending might from me depart;
The wrongs heaped upon me were breaking my heart.
When thou, dearest comforter, to my lone heart I press'd,
Like a wounded dove nestling so close to my breast.
The wrongs heaped upon me were breaking my heart.
When thou, dearest comforter, to my lone heart I press'd,
Like a wounded dove nestling so close to my breast.
Sweet Mattie, my darling, a kind blessing given,
So greatly thou hast smooth'd my pathway to heaven.
Though deep griefs oppress me and sorrows may rend,
On thy loving affection I could ever depend.
So greatly thou hast smooth'd my pathway to heaven.
Though deep griefs oppress me and sorrows may rend,
On thy loving affection I could ever depend.
