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POEMS.
Twice wert thou given me; once in thy fair prime,
Fresh from the fields of youth, when first we met,
And all the blossoms of that hopeful time
Clustered and glowed where'er thy steps were set.
Fresh from the fields of youth, when first we met,
And all the blossoms of that hopeful time
Clustered and glowed where'er thy steps were set.
And now, in thy ripe autumn, once again
Given back to forvent prayers and yearnings strong,
From the drear realm of sickness and of pain,
When we had watched, and feared, and trembled long.
Given back to forvent prayers and yearnings strong,
From the drear realm of sickness and of pain,
When we had watched, and feared, and trembled long.
Now may we keep thee from the balmy air
And radiant walks of heaven a little space,
Where He, who went before thee to prepare For
His meek followers, shall assign thy place.
And radiant walks of heaven a little space,
Where He, who went before thee to prepare For
His meek followers, shall assign thy place.
Castellamare, May, 1858.