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Poems.
So pick up the faded, castaway flower,
Tenderly list! as it sighs its last sigh.
For sweet it will be in death's darksome hour,
To feel and to know, some kind friend is nigh.

For kind words oft cheer the proud broken heart,
And raise the soul from gloom and despair,
To earth's dreary scenes bright visions impart;
Jewel above price is sympathy's tear.

Then weep with the sad and laugh with the gay,
Making life brighter to all whom you meet;
"Well done," will be said then to you some day,
"Enter into rest eternal and sweet."


A PRAYER.
O Father, now to Thee I pray,
Oh! guide my steps aright;
The future is a mystic way;
O God! be Thou my light,
And watch my bark, though rude and frail,
Sail over life's deep sea.
Though shattered oft by time's fierce gale,
Bring me at last to Thee.