Poems (E. L. F.)/Oh, molly dear!

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OH, MOLLY DEAR! TO MY SISTER MARY ON HER BIRTHDAY, DEC. 1844.
Oh, Molly dear! oh, Molly dear! Thy birthday's here once more;And canst thou tell, if, this short year, Thou'rt wiser than before?For each returning year should bringAnother flower to deck thy spring.
Oh, Molly dear! oh, Molly dear! What are thy dreams of bliss?And dost thou think the coming year Must be more bright than this?Oh, yes! I trust that it may beA future of much joy to thee.
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Oh, Molly dear! oh, Molly dear! Thy life seems a brig:ht dream,And thou hast much in life to cheer Thy passage down life's stream.Oh! may thy young heart never knowOne half this bosom's share of woe.
Oh, Molly dear! oh, Molly dear! May blessings on thee light;And may thy every smile and tear Be like the rainbow light.And thou art blessed if thou canst knowNo deeper shade of grief or woe.
Oh, Molly dear! oh, Molly dear! No parent's love hast thou;But I will watch each smile and tear, And shadow on thy brow.And pray that we may be for everEntwined in heart and soul together.
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