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SONGS FOR GIRLHOOD.
How sadly, I remember, rose the morning of the
year! To die before the snowdrop came, and now the
He taught me all the mercy, for he showed me all
the sin. Now, tho' my lamp was lighted late, there's One
will let me in. Nor would I now be well, mother, again, if that
could be, For my desire is but to pass to Him that died
I did not hear the dog howl, mother, or the death-watch beat,
There came a sweeter token when the night and morning meet;
Oh, sweet is the new violet, that comes beneath the skies,
And sweeter is the young lamb's voice to me that can not rise;
And sweet is all the land about, and all the flow�ers that blow,
And sweeter far is death than life to me that long to go.
It seemed so hard at first, mother, to leave the blessed sun,
And now it seems as hard to stay, and yet His will be done!
But still I think it can't be long before I find re�lease,
And that good man, the clergyman, has told me words of peace.
Oh, blessings on his kindly voice, and on his silver hair!
And blessings on his whole life long, until he meet me there!
Oh, blessings on his kindly heart, and on his sil�ver head!
A thousand times I blest him, as he knelt beside mv bed.
But sit beside my bed, mother, and put your hand
in .mine, And Effie on the other side, and I will tell the sign.
All in the wild March morning I heard the angels
call: It was when the moon was aettiug, and the dark
was over all; The trees began to whisper, and the wind began
to roll; And in the wild March morning I heard them call
For, lying broad awake, I thought of you and Effie
dear; I saw you sitting in the house, and I no longer