ON A LODK OF HAIR.
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ON LOyK OF HAIR.
As from his shrine the pilgrim brings
Some relic ofits holy things.
That it may keep OH mcmory's page
The record of his pilgrimage
so he who holier days sremembers,-
Till life is quenchcd in its own embers
will cherish with religious zeal,
The gift where love has set his seal.
The purple robe,-the bright rich gen.
The sceptre-throne--and diadem,-


Yes-all life's pomp and pageantry


Are but poor things for one like me:-
But this sweet gift t,--ths little token
Of love that never will be broken,


This frail memorial of bright days


Ill keep till life itself decays!