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A WIFE'S VALENTINE.
Then sweet childish lips kissed good-night to mamma,Repeating the loving caress for papa.In calm, quiet slumber, warm, rosy and bright,Two little heads lie on our pillow to-night.The boy's coral lips, parted over white pearls,His breath stirring softly his sister's bright curls,That cluster in tiny, moist rings on her brow;Her white dimpled hands are tossed over them now,And clasped are the fingers so waxen and fair,Like lily leaves pressed in the gold of her hair.
A fair, lovely picture, in colors, divine,Whose framework, my darling, is your heart and mind.Thank God! for these bright, rosy children of ours,They breathe over life the soft fragrance of flowers,Embalming the pathway that leads up to God,The sweet holy ground the Redeemer hath trod.My dearest, the hour of midnight has passed,The plaint of the wind has grown quiet at last—Good-night! and with kisses I cover each line,My lover, my husband, my true Valentine.
