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THE WIF'E'S APPEAL.
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You took me, William when a girl,


Unto your home and heart,
TO bear in all your after life


A fond and faithful part:
And tell me, have ever tried


That duty to forego,
Or grieved because | had no joy:


When you were sunk in wo!
NO Il would rather share your tears
Than any others glee,
For though you're nothing TO the world,
You're all the world to me-
Youmake palace of my shed,


This rough-hewn bench throne;
There's sunlight for me in your smiles,
And music in your tore.
look upon you when you sleep,


My eyes with tears grow dim;
| cry "Oh Parent of the poor,


Look down from heaven on him:
Behold him toll from day to day,


Exhausting strength and sonl;
Oh! look in mercy on him, Lord,


For thou canst make him WHOLE
And when at last relieving sleep


Has on my eyeids smiled,
How oft are they forbid to close


In slumber by our child!
| take the little murmurer


That spoils my span of rest,
And feel it as part of thee,


] lull upon my breast.
There's only one return crave,


may not need it long; .ya SO.
And it may soolhe thee when Pm where
The wretched feel no wrong;
ask not for a kinder tone,


For thou vert ever kind;
| ask not for less frugul fare,


My fare do not mind.
4 ask not for attire more gay,


lfsuch as have got
Suffice to make me fair to thee;
For more murmur not.
But would ask some of the hours,


That you on "club" bestow-
OF knowledge which you prize so much,
May l not something know?
Subtract from meeting among men,


Each eve an hour for me;
Make me companion of your soul,


AS may safely be;
1fyou will read, I'll sit and work,


Then think when you're away,
Less tedious shall ! find the time.


Dear William, if you stay.
A meet companion soon I'll be,
For your most studious hours; nl
And teachers Of those little ones


You call our cottage flowers!
And if we be not rich and great,


We may be wise and kind;
And as my heart can warm your heart,
So may your mind my mind. ai