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TO MOLLIE BROWN.
The past for thee has all been fair, No cloud its beauty mars;The sky that still above thee bends Is bright with countless stars.But none can lift the veil that hides The future from our sight,Or tell how soon dark clouds may dim The hopes that now are bright.
But if the prayer that friendship breathes Can win bright joys for thee,From every cloud of grief or care Thy future shall be free.And when the silver crown of age Upon thy brow is seen,Thy heart shall throb as lightly then As now at "sweet sixteen."
And when thy earthly joys are past,— When death for thee shall come,May sister-spirits from on high Convey thee gently home.Oh, may they bear thee swiftly then To God's bright throne above,Where thou wilt find eternal rest In his undying love!
