THE wIFE's AppEAL.
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What though, my love thy lip has lost The early smile of youth, When every word ii breathes for me Is tenderness and truth And # none else a charm can sec

 Upon thy eare-worn brow. loved thee in the flush of youth,

 But oh far better now And if at times tear will fail,

 Thy paiid cheek to see. Oh deem not that thine altered look Has grown less dear 10 me; But that to me t tells a tale

 Of days of anxious care, And grief and toll thou hear'st SO well, Which so lain would share. What if the ones who at my side,

 Launched on life's tickle sea, Have gained higher lot on earth

 Than have shared with thee Nor stately homes nor silken sheen

 Can win from me sigh; Thine heari. beloved is wealth enough Far more than earth can buy Perchance had fickle Fortune smiled, Our hearts had learned to roam, And found . charm in wealth and power, To win from Heaven and Home. But now, when all around is dark,

 Our souls at least are free, And trust me, love that mine Is strong

 To suffer all with thee