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Duty's path more hright appears, Hope and Love are smiling there.
Not in heaviness of heart
Have I breathed the parting wordó Not in sorrow I depart,
Though affection's fount is stirr'd.
When in untried paths of care, My unguided footsteps rove;
I may miss a mother there, I may miss a brother's love ;
Yet another loves me well, "With affection deep and true;
Why should tears at parting swell ? Happy home, adieu! adieu!
Dec. 12th, 1847.
IS IT WELL WITH THE CHILD?
2 Kings iv, 26.
It is well, though yon sun, in his splendour declining,
Looks not on the beautiful boy, As with flying footsteps, and ringlets shining,
At play in his infantile joy ; Though his merry laugh, with its joyous ringing,
No more round our portals may swell,