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FOREST MELODIES.
Dear mother, how I love thee ! How fondly, and how well ! May angel wings above thee All clouds dispel!
May Jesus' smiles enlighten
Thy long and weary way, While in the distance brighten
The gates of day !
And may thy happy spirit,
Of holiness possess'd, . With mine at length inherit
The land of rest.
AUGUSTA. Two short summers shed their beauty
O'er our darling one, When she droop'd, as flowers that wither
'Neath a'vernal sun. We had watch'd the bright unfoldings
Of th' immortal mind, Little thinking what afflictions
Were for us design'd.
Hope had sent her dove of promise
Far through future years— It return'd with drooping pinions,
Through a mist of tears. |
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