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479
Thy words, with chasten'd power, fall on my ear
Like distant waters on a summer's eve
Murmuring into sweetness. Thy presence,
Like the fair orb of night, casts all around
A reflex of its silvery beauty
That illumes life's darkest scenes with hallowed light.
To thee I owe life's sweetest joys ; from thee
Obtained life's purest blessings ; and to thee,
From off the altar of my willing heart.
May the sweet savour of the sacrifice
Of filial love in endless flame ascend.
All-beatific be thy course through life
With every blessing crowned 1 May honour.
Reverence, love, as rightful dues be paid thee ?
And when around thy path the withered leaves
Of autumn's blast lie scatter'd, may there be
Many a grateful heart, by love inspired,
To soothe declining years, and bless the name
Of Her whose humble life raised and adorned
Nature's holiest office.
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I THINK OF HIM."
I think of him — when now the year brings round
That morn on which his spirit passed away
From friends to whom his youthful heart was bound
By that true love that ne'er can feel decay.
I think of him — and sitting lone and drear,
With my own thoughts, amid the Winter's storm,
At times I start as if I heard him near,
And in the distance saw his well-known form.