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810 FOREST MELODIES
And I raised my heart to God, Overwhelm'd with feeling,
While affection's tearful flood Down my cheek was stealing.
Dearest one! to pray for thee
How could I omit, When in such delightful bonds
Thy soul with mine is knit!
And, whene'er thy heart ascends
To the Father's throne, Wilt thou think of me, and blend
My interests with thine own ?
We are fujly one in heart,
One we still shall be ;
And till life itself depart
I will pray for thee,
THE EARNEST OF OUR INHERITANCE.
Thou may'st find it when a shadow Rests upon the earth and sky,
At the stilly hour of twilight,
When the winds go murm'ring by.
Seek some place of sweet seclusion, When the voice of care is still,
And the stormy waves of passion Cease to overwhelm the will.