reply to byrona.
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But back again lie would have come,
To quiet every fear,
And with his tender, loving tones,
His household band to cheer.
To quiet every fear,
And with his tender, loving tones,
His household band to cheer.
But though we looked with anxious hearts,
And tearful eyes, 'twas vain;
Relentless death had severed us,—
We never met again.
And tearful eyes, 'twas vain;
Relentless death had severed us,—
We never met again.
Now thanks, kind stranger, for each word,
Each thought, that thou hast penned,
And thanks for all thy sympathy,
My loved and gifted friend.
Each thought, that thou hast penned,
And thanks for all thy sympathy,
My loved and gifted friend.
