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Poems.
Though all our joys of life may fade,
And leave the heart in sadness,
Kind Heaven hath for mortals made
A rest where all is gladness.
And leave the heart in sadness,
Kind Heaven hath for mortals made
A rest where all is gladness.
That rest is far beyond the tomb,
Within high Heaven's dome,
Where bright, celestial rays illume
Our Maker's sacred throne.
Within high Heaven's dome,
Where bright, celestial rays illume
Our Maker's sacred throne.
TO A LITTLE GIRL.
I love to gaze upon thy face,
For there in loveliness I trace,
The impress of thy mind;
And in thy witching smile I see,
A buoyant spirit, light and free,
Unfettered as the wind.
For there in loveliness I trace,
The impress of thy mind;
And in thy witching smile I see,
A buoyant spirit, light and free,
Unfettered as the wind.
Thy swelling soul is full of love,
Deep springing from the fount above,
Whence purest feelings flow;
And gilding with a hallowed beam,
The saddened page of life's dull stream,
That all must taste below.
Deep springing from the fount above,
Whence purest feelings flow;
And gilding with a hallowed beam,
The saddened page of life's dull stream,
That all must taste below.
