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The fairest flowers are soonest gone, may it not be so with
thee,
For thou, my earliest household flower, wilt aye be dear to
me ;
And I will guard most tenderly, and shelter from the storm,
Each blossom as it spreads to give new beauties to thy form.
God keej) thee, floweret of the Vale, and shield thee from all
harm,
In wintry tempests hold thee up by His Almighty arm ;
And may His blessed Spirit live within thy heart of hearts,
Then thou shalt bloom in Heaven above when this frail life
departs.
JESUS m THE STORM.
Sad, sad thoughts, and weary,
Had preyed upon my mind;
A darkness deep and dreary
Had made me sick and blind.
No star by night to brighten -
No ray of hope by day ;
No soothing word to lighten
The load that on me lay.

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