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When the dawn O'er hill and dale Throws her bright veil, Oh, think of me! When the rain With starry showers Fills all the flowers, Oh, think of me! When the wind Sweeps along, Loud and strong, Oh, think of me! When the laugh With silver sound Goes echoing round, Oh, think of me! When the night With solemn eyes Looks from the skies, Oh, think of me! When the air Still as death Holds its breath, Oh, think of me! When the earth Sleeping sound Swings round and round, Oh, think of me! When thy soul O'er life's dark sea Looks gloomily, Oh, think of me!

WOMAN'S LOVE.

A maiden meek, with solemn, steadfast eyes, Full of eternal constancy and faith, And smiling lips, through whose soft portal sighs Truth's holy voice, with ev'ry balmy breath; So journeys she along life's crowded way, Keeping her soul's sweet counsel from all sight; Nor pomp, nor vanity, lead her astray, Nor aught that men call dazzling, fair, or bright: For pity, sometimes, doth she pause, and stay Those whom she meeteth mourning, for her heart Knows well in suffering how to bear its part. Patiently lives she through each dreary day, Looking with little hope unto the morrow; And still she walketh hand in hand with sorrow.