THE HEAD THAT SHELTERED MINE.
INSCRIBED TO MY FATHER AND MOTHER, MR. AND MRS. HARPER P. HUNT, VICKSBURG, MISS.
"Your hair is still as dark, dear wife. As when we both were young,And scarcely one gray thread I find Amid your tresses strung;Your clear brown eyes look into mine With all their early light;I gaze into their depths and feel I am not old to-night.
"Yet thirty years have laid their leaves In blossom on your brow,Since my young bosom thrilled to hear Your low-toned bridal vow.Thrice ten sweet years for me have borne Their fruitage in your life—A harvest of unfailing love, My noble, dear old wife.
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