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TO MY GEORGIE.
To dim thy heaven. Thus may it ever be,
Dear friend, with thee. May no dark sorrows e'er
Come o'er thy tranquil life, like those that frown
So dark o'er my sad fate. Oh I would pray
The Power who sends to me a night of grief
And storm of bitter tears, to give to thee
The bright sky where no thunder-cloud e'er breaks
The holy blue to give thee a bright path,
Where no foul serpents coil to blight and
The angels' shining footsteps, and no thorns
Mingle with love's pure garlands.
Dear friend, with thee. May no dark sorrows e'er
Come o'er thy tranquil life, like those that frown
So dark o'er my sad fate. Oh I would pray
The Power who sends to me a night of grief
And storm of bitter tears, to give to thee
The bright sky where no thunder-cloud e'er breaks
The holy blue to give thee a bright path,
Where no foul serpents coil to blight and
The angels' shining footsteps, and no thorns
Mingle with love's pure garlands.
Cousin sweet,
May peace, and joy, and hope be thine on earth
May these e'er be thy blessed ministers,
Thy guardian-spirits here, and may they crown
Thy beaming brow in God's own Paradise,
With their bright wreath of immortality.
May peace, and joy, and hope be thine on earth
May these e'er be thy blessed ministers,
Thy guardian-spirits here, and may they crown
Thy beaming brow in God's own Paradise,
With their bright wreath of immortality.
Ohio River, June 23
