too, the skies, Now all so dim and dark; Over a stormy sea, dear wife, We drove with shattered

sail,

But love sits smiling

at the helm, And mocks the threat'ning gale

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Come, let me part those clustering curls, And gaze upon thy brow- How many,

many

memories Breathe o'er my spirits now; How much of happiness and grief, How much of hope and

fear,

Breathe from such dear loved lineaments, Most eloquently here.

par -a-dise With but one sunny spot; Hallow'd for e'er will be that place To hearts like thine and

Then nes- tle closer to this breast, My fond and faithful dove! Where, if not here, should

be the ark of refuge for thy love? The poor man's blessing and his curse Pertain alike

me:

For, shorn of worldly wealth, dear wife, Am I not rich in thee?

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