Voice of the heart; a wife's love-offering . HE parting hour, the long farewells is near. ^l 1^ And though it ill bejeem mymaiden pride,Twerevain attempt to quell theJiarting tear,Nor could thy noble mind that tear deride. When firjl we met, I deemd my God erethis,Had calld me from this fuffering worldaway ;That one lovd mourner my clofed eyeswould jhe on my lajl couch my head wouldlay. All earths bejl joys had fled, or lojl their languid ray fole glimmerd from afar;

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