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120 SONGS FROM THE ST. LAWRENCE.
In my sky, then clouded over, Now appears a heavenly charm;
And white pinions near me hover, Shielding me from ev'ry harm.
There is one angelic spirit,
Clad in mortal garb, beside me,
With a heart of deep affection Ever near, and near to guide me.
One to whom this heart is sending All its warmest throbs of bliss-Round me hope and love are blending All their hues of happiness.
TO MY FATHER.
Who shall smooth thy hoary hairs In thy life's declining day ?
Who shall steal away the cares Deep'ning fast around thy way ?
I had thought to be thy stay In the evening of thy years ;
I had thought to cheer thy way, , I had thought to share thy tears.
But the path of duty led To a far-off field of care;
In another sphere I tread, And another's joys I share.