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POEMS.
May your life be joyous, beautiful, bright,
Few clouds o'ershadow thy pathway light.
May the beauty of thy heart remain,
Until at last you heaven gain.
Few clouds o'ershadow thy pathway light.
May the beauty of thy heart remain,
Until at last you heaven gain.
Farewell, dear girl: these lines by me
Are written in kindest love to thee.
Adieu, and may you happy be;
And sometimes kindly think of me.
Are written in kindest love to thee.
Adieu, and may you happy be;
And sometimes kindly think of me.
TO ANNA ROBERTS.
Forget not, Anna, as years roll round,
Thy kind and loving mother.
Lips can not utter a sweeter sound:
Wilt thou ever this remember?
Mine has passed from earth away,—
My own, my darling mother;
But I hope to meet some day,
In spirit-love, remember.
My own, my darling mother;
But I hope to meet some day,
In spirit-love, remember.
Thou 'It not forget we're growing old,
And ever love thy mother:
Never let thy heart grow cold,—
'Twould grieve her, thou'lt remember,
And ever love thy mother:
Never let thy heart grow cold,—
'Twould grieve her, thou'lt remember,
