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TO WILLIE.
I love thee for thy strong true faith,
In unseen power of God,
I love thee for thy stedfast truth,
Unto thy plighted word.
In unseen power of God,
I love thee for thy stedfast truth,
Unto thy plighted word.
Thy sorrows mine, my joys are thine,
I ask no higher bliss,
Than gazing in thy faithful eyes,
To meet thy true fond kiss.
Thy tears of sorrow, and of pain,
Have fallen with mine own,
And through the trials of years,
To thee I've closer grown.
I ask no higher bliss,
Than gazing in thy faithful eyes,
To meet thy true fond kiss.
Thy tears of sorrow, and of pain,
Have fallen with mine own,
And through the trials of years,
To thee I've closer grown.
One perfect whole of pure delight,
Our blended lives have shaped,
And loyal truth that argent sphere,
So guards that none may break.
They err who claim that beauty's bloom,
Departing leaves but Dead-sea fruit,
The leaves of Youth forever green,
Remain when love and truth unite.
Our blended lives have shaped,
And loyal truth that argent sphere,
So guards that none may break.
They err who claim that beauty's bloom,
Departing leaves but Dead-sea fruit,
The leaves of Youth forever green,
Remain when love and truth unite.
