Voice of the heart; a wife's love-offering . Ah ! no,—that dear eyes fervid ray, Or bent on me, or raijed to pray, Has gaind one years intenfity; And 3et, alas ! it thrice has wept, Since love that night his vigil kept. The hopes which neath this heart have jlept. One year th} loving, faithful breajlHas pillowd in jvveet hours of tender care, thy Annies brow ;Een when thy thoughts would vagrant Jlray,And thy jad e3es averted rayWould bid me weep alone—and pray ! Though thunders oer thy brow have from thy Annie, Jlern and cold,And from her tears, thouJl turnd who ca

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Voice of the heart; a wife's love-offering . Ah ! no,—that dear eyes fervid ray, Or bent on me, or raijed to pray, Has gaind one years intenfity; And 3et, alas ! it thrice has wept, Since love that night his vigil kept. The hopes which neath this heart have jlept. One year th} loving, faithful breajlHas pillowd in jvveet hours of tender care, thy Annies brow ;Een when thy thoughts would vagrant Jlray,And thy jad e3es averted rayWould bid me weep alone—and pray ! Though thunders oer thy brow have from thy Annie, Jlern and cold,And from her tears, thouJl turnd who can Jbund thoje depths of nejllcs thy fond, timid twere in Edens bowers above ? Until by thee belovd, carejsd,Until in thy dear arms fond prejsd,Though calm and bright her early home,Admird and lovd,—Jhe knew not this.

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