POETRY.
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God bless thee, dearest, for thy love,
Y hose pure and holy light,
Gpon my pathway here below,


Hath shed lis radience bright.
God bless thee for the tenderness,


Thy spirit hath shown,
y Idst oil the darkness. doubt and gloom,


Thy fond heart hath known.
Far Iho' stray from home and thee,
An angel watcheth near,
Who bid me hope thou wilt not grieye
loo keenly, bu; TO cheer
hee III thy loneliness and care,
Thou'lt look to him above,
Whose powerful arm will guide and shield
The creatures Of his love.
Thy tender words, thy music tones,
Still linger in my ear,
Thy sunny smile and winsome look,
fancy they are hcreI
! fee thy warm caress, thy breath
Il dancing on my cheek
And yet dare not lisp thy name,
For fear the spell would break.
But dearest, | will think Of thee,
Oft in the silent hour,
When memory bears me fondly back,
I'll gladly own thy power.
Where'er 60 what e'er betide,
One only love Is mine;
Thro' sunshine and thro' storm, my heart,
ls wholly, truly thine.