TO MY HUSBAND.
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Deemed my love a priceless thing, That the gods could not improve.
But there came a time, my darling— Such a precious time of joy,When two years had glided o'er,Then I knew I loved you more,Oh, my husband, than before I had kissed our baby boy.
Other little ones, my darling, Come, our happy hearts to fill,And, as on my loving breastCurly heads were rocked to rest,Every little cheek I pressed Made me love you better still
In the time of grief, my darling, When death's cruel shadow layOn the young lamb of our fold,And the little hands grew coldSlipping softly from our hold— How I loved you on that day!
