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Written on hearing a gentleman remark: “God bless dear woman.”

“God bless dear woman!” did I hear you say? Full many a man might wisely thus remark! How oft her smiles have cheered man’s troubled way, And comfort brought when fortune’s sky was dark-- The vine that clings unto the oak, whose bark Is coarse and rough and void of pleasing grace; And like a dove within the cheerless Ark, Mid life’s drear scenes we see her sweetly face, And in God’s best design, there love and beauty trace!