TO JULIA.
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In many strain of grief and Joy,
My youthful spirit sung to thee;
But am now no more a bov,


And there's gulf 'twixt thee and me.
Time on my brow hath set his seal,
start to find myself 4 MN;
And know that no more can feel,
As only boyhood's spirit can.
And now bid long adicu


To scenes which held my heart in thrall;
To cherished dreams of brightest hue,
And thee, the brightest dream ofall.
Ny footsteps rove not where they rovcd,
Nv home is changed, and one by one
The "old familiar forms" loved,


Are faded from my path and gone.
launch into life's stormy main,


And It's with tears, tho not of sorr0ic,
That, pouring thus my parting strain,
l bid thee as bride, good-morrow!
Full well thou know'st I envy not


The heart it is thy choice to share;
Ny soul dwells on thee as a thought


With which no earthly wishes are.
BE thou to one holy spell,


bliss by day, dream by night;
A thought on which his soul shall dwell
cheering and a guiding light.
Ills be thy heart, and may no other


Disturb his image in its core;
Sill think of me us of Jy0tter,


I'd not be loved or love thee more.
ishal not wander forth at night


To breathe thy name AS lovers would;
Thy form in visions of delight


Not Oft shall break my solitude.
Gut when, at eve or midnight hour,


lcommune with my God alone
Hetore the throne ofpeace and Power,


III blend thy welfare with my own.