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Poems.
We 'll meet again! but not among
The few to friendship dear;
No more at evening's gentle shade,
Will be our meeting here.
The few to friendship dear;
No more at evening's gentle shade,
Will be our meeting here.
Well meet again! and only once,
But meet to part no more;
When this brief, fleeting life is done,
We 'll meet on Heaven's shore!
But meet to part no more;
When this brief, fleeting life is done,
We 'll meet on Heaven's shore!
THE TWINS.
I saw two lovely infants lay,
Both wrapped in gentle sleep;
A mother sat beside her babes,
Watching with interest deep;
And ne'er was seen a fairer sight,
Than those twin buds of beauty bright.
Both wrapped in gentle sleep;
A mother sat beside her babes,
Watching with interest deep;
And ne'er was seen a fairer sight,
Than those twin buds of beauty bright.
While gazing on their tiny forms,
So spotless, pure, and mild,
I thought what were our Savior's words,
In speaking of a child;
"Such are the objects of my love,
Of such my kingdom is above."
So spotless, pure, and mild,
I thought what were our Savior's words,
In speaking of a child;
"Such are the objects of my love,
Of such my kingdom is above."
