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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.
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.
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.

Castellamare, May, 1858.

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