DEAR WIFE:
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her sake. DEAR WIFE:

 I thank thee for that little book, It speaks of love that's pure and free Of love not caught by silver hook Sweet one, it speaks of thee! It whispers that thy holy love Ere this hath winged its rapid flight And soaring to the courts above Would plead that ours may never blight That time, nor change, nor rolling years May dare to nip the bud just blown That mid the boWFs of other spheres This earthly flower may still bloom on. My mother gave me such an one When starting on the sea of life, Saying, efaBc tFis 5oo6, and mark, my son, Twill guide thee safe mid war and strife, " And then she called high Heaven to aid In confirmation of the pledge, While on my hand she gently laid A litae Book, with golden edge, And as in other lands I've strayed, ne'er have turned its sacred leaf Without some silent voice hath said, .sThis tells thee of mothers grief, D And when the promise rich and free, there have found, of joys above, Another voice hath lisped to me, "Thero are no bounds for mothers love-.

 ANGELO.