A WIFE'S APPEAL.
My darling, come to me once more, And lay my head upon your breast,But let me feel your loving arms About me, as they have been pressed.Alone at midnight here I lie In wakeful, agonizing pain;My heart is breaking with the thought That we may never meet again.
O God! my very soul to-night Is steeped in tears of bitter woe,My spirit yearns for all the ties That bound us in the long-ago.In memory of the sweet dead boy, Whose baby heart was all your own,My husband, do not cast aside The purest love your life has known.
For Maggie's sake, whose sunbright hair Lies curled upon her cold sweet brow,
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