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Loose Papers.

To H. H. For her Album

Learn not a strangers wish fair maiden
Nor grudge the pages that bears her name,
For she would wish thy life with blossoms laden
And thy memory live in fame.
May the fire of thine eye ne'er be quenched in sorrow
Nor the bloom of they cheek be less lovely than now
May each day be happy, but happier thy morrow,
And the gems of Content encircle thy brow.
May thy life be like a long summers day
And thy death like the close of the same,
As useful in thy own happy way,
And blessings be breathed on thy name.
One hour for herself, the stranger would crave
Thy pardon for sullying this page
The pleasures now, to thee who has pardon gave
And blessings on thy age.

To a Friend August 1844

When in its wild majesty the storm is roaring by
And Nature's pall is spread o'er all the darkened sky
And each element in wild confusion blending
And sheets of liquid fire to earth descending
Then think of me.

When morning dawns and freshly fair,
The sun breaks forth on the fragrant air,
And flowerets ope their face to the day,
To drink the light of the suns first ray
Then think of me.

A world which cannot furnish aught to
satisfy the longings of the soul.