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370 FOREST MELODIES.
He would pardon my tears, when I think of the
past, As my heart groweth sad in the wail of the blast.
But I '11 strive to be cheerful in this new home, Though my heart is now touch'd with a shade of
gloom! I '11 dream on in gladness at morning and even, And watch the light clouds floating soft in the
heaven; I will list to the storm on its wintry wing, And cheerfully wait for the breathings of spring.
Jut. SSth, 1M8.
TO REV. W. TRIPP. How can the heart refuse the simple gift
Of wild buds gather'd in the woodland dell, When these can serve the drooping heart to lift Of some dear friend whom we have cherish'd well ?
And how could I refuse the humble lay, Which nature gave me at the dawn of life,
To cheer those steps that tread a rugged way, A way with dangers and with trials rife ?
I see thee with a pastor's faithful care,
Leading thy thirsty flock to fountains bright;
Guarding their steps from every dang'rous snare. And guiding them to pastures of delight. |
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