POEMS.
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From dark despair, and gently lead
Your love left only a little while behind
To watch and pray, hoping some day indeed
To mingle in beautiful spirit-love divine.
Your love left only a little while behind
To watch and pray, hoping some day indeed
To mingle in beautiful spirit-love divine.
The joys and pleasures of this earthly life
No more can fill my soul with love:
In the grave they're buried with my wife,
Till we re-unite in Heaven above.
No more can fill my soul with love:
In the grave they're buried with my wife,
Till we re-unite in Heaven above.
LITTLE ALBERT.
Little Albert, baby-love,
Blossoming in thy home above;
Filled with angels such as thee
Beautiful Heaven is supposed to be.
Hush, dear mother, hush thy weeping;
God forever thy babe is keeping;
All thy grief can ne'er restore
Thy bright cherub ever more.
God forever thy babe is keeping;
All thy grief can ne'er restore
Thy bright cherub ever more.
Oh, so many hearts are sighing
When their baby-loves are dying:
God's mysteries never can dissever
Baby-love from thine forever.
When their baby-loves are dying:
God's mysteries never can dissever
Baby-love from thine forever.
