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A WIFE'S APPEAL.
Whose bright blue eyes, so like to yours, Sleep in eternal silence now;For sorrows that we both have known, For burdens that we both must bear,Oh! let me lean upon your heart, And find my sweetest comfort there.
And by the holy sacred dust That slumbers in three little graves,Can we not lay all coldness down Beneath the flow of peaceful waves?Then by that last dear living tie— The boy who slumbers at my side,—O darling! to have kept your love I would most willingly have died.
Give me again the tender care I prize so fondly, madly still;But one sweet word to soothe my heart, Then take my whole soul if you will.My God! crush back the bitter.thought! Say—must I claim your love no more?My darling, then I can but die— And dying, I must still adore.
