NATIONAL WHIG

From the Columbian Magazine.
Il Anew Years Gift.
FROM A WIFE TO HER HUSBAND.
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BY MRS. SUSAN Z. B. THOMPSON


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DEAR husband Of my heart! On this glad morn,
This birthday Of the year, fain would bring
An Offering worthy Of thy love; but words
Can never tell what thou hast been and art
To ms, my best beloved, my friend and guide,
Sharer OF all my joys and sympathies;
Kind solace Of my griefs; through every scene
That crowds the varied page Of life, thy love
Hath been the same; it never yet hath waned,
But SIN the trace OF early fondness wears
Thou art the cherished prop, which, next to Christ
NY trusting heart most leans upon for strength
In all the dark and trying scenes of life.
whene'er maternal care hath filled my heart,
Kind helper, thou, with sympathy sincere,
And warm, heart-cheering smile, hast shared


with me


A parents anxious thoughts, and ever strovs
To hghten all my weary tolls and cares
When days Of agony and sleepless nights
Have pressed on me SO heavily that life
Itself became wretchedness, thy love
Hath been my stay; Tor fond affections glance,
Like some bright spirit from above, can nerve
The fainting heart to meet life's widest storm;
And grief divided with kindred soul
I. sweeter far than all earth's joys apart
When sickness long hath chained me to my eouch'
The magic Of thy care hath given to life
A charm unknown before; to ease my pain,
Thy own dear hand the healing art employs,
And TO no hireling leaves its task Of love,
Oh, how unlike the purchased care Of those
Whose practiced sympathy is measured out
With sparing hand, and cold and heartless tones!
Dear husband-kind physician--nurse and friend,
Faithful in all, as most my need requires;
Naught can thy tenderness estrange from me,
For thou dost prize faithful heart far more
Than beauty's witching face or sunny smile.
or have felt that all this world could give,
or glory wealth or power, were nothing worth,
If thou vert not the shrine whereon my heart
Its choicest earthly offering might place.
/ freely laid my hand in thine and gave
With my heart--and vowed to bear fond
And faithful part, thron gh all thy after fate,
For well knew thou vert afectionate,
Kind, generous and true, and cheerfnlly
I took that vow of love which binds my soul
To thine-that VOW which Death alone shall
break,


And ever shall be thine the confidence,
The love and prayers OF thy devoted wife,