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TO MY HUSBAND.
We are at peace, and I to-night Sit dreaming in our happy home,In fancy weaving visions bright That to my heart may never come,In each fresh garland that I twine To bind around our future joy,There glows a jewel—thine and mine— Our brightest gem—our baby boy.
Two years I 've been thy happy wife,— Two years from care and sorrow free,When this one page from childhood's life Recalled our early dreams to me.The love I then dared not express, To-night burns with a passion wild,As kneeling, I pray God to bless My husband—and my darling child.
Vicksburg, January 15, 1867.
