Tales of early loveTo sweethearts, wife, mother, native land, church, God . ead my footsteps to the sky. But, mother, when my wandrings endWhere tall archangels lowly , their sovereign Lord to own,And worship him who fills the throne;Should Jesus deign to smile on me,My thoughts shall fondly turn to thee. And should a heavnly harp be mine,A crown of righteousness divine,A mansion in the land of love,A home in that bright world above,Twill sweeten all the joys of heavenTo know theyre to my mother given. A WIFES FIFTIETH BIRTHDAY. Jeffersonville, Ind., April 20, 1873. Since first I sa
Tales of early loveTo sweethearts, wife, mother, native land, church, God . ead my footsteps to the sky. But, mother, when my wandrings endWhere tall archangels lowly , their sovereign Lord to own,And worship him who fills the throne;Should Jesus deign to smile on me,My thoughts shall fondly turn to thee. And should a heavnly harp be mine,A crown of righteousness divine,A mansion in the land of love,A home in that bright world above,Twill sweeten all the joys of heavenTo know theyre to my mother given. A WIFES FIFTIETH BIRTHDAY. Jeffersonville, Ind., April 20, 1873. Since first I saw thee, thou hast ever beenMy bright ideal of the beautiful,The type and pattern of all loveliness. Whether in gleeful gambolings, trippingOer flowry paths, where pleasure led the way,In youths bright morn; or at the noon of Ufe,Attending on loves myriad ministriesWith steady step; or trudging later hours, oer rough and rugged stern domestic drudgry drives her slaves—Loves partial eye has seen in all thy stepsThe poetry of motion and of
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