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F.N My dear little friend. dOst thou e'er think of mel Canst spare me one thought in thy innoeentgee1 Then list while I tell thee what pleasures | feel. And emotions of sadness cannot conceal To meet those blne orbs, full of sunshine and mrth. And thy face beamng joy, too bright for this earth Thou know not the world, with its art, and its guile, Its hollow pretence, andits treacherous smile; Thy years are too few to see through the guise Which Time will unfold, to astonish thine eyes; And too pure art thou now to ever retain o, One spot, or one blemsh, of Earth's cruel stain. o couldst thou remain as happy as now. - @ ' And the smile of content be thy own lofty brow, Could the zephyrs that fannd hee be lovely and mild As the breath ofits mother on her favrite child, "pray without ceasing that thou ever shouldst be The being ofbrightness thou now art to me. tf But childhood willpass with it's Eden of flowers; The birds will desert their myrtle-wreath'd bowers; And the Winter oflfe. with its aspect so cold, Will make thee regret that thou e'er should grow old That the heyday of youth must and will, pass away And thy dearest delights forever decay. Yetthere still is WORLD, where joys are not feet

 ing; ., --. Where the hearts of the righteous, in unison meeting Give their Author the prase for His wisdom dsplayd In weanng their souls from things that will fade; Then mayst thou noble boy be prepared for the tomb And be fitted to shine inthe Saints blessed home. Noy. 1887. J***a A. K

 