FRIENDS of faces unknown and a land

That He ever can take back again.

IX.

X.

Rent round us, -- while torments reveal

-- Nay, there let me break with your pain :

And the babe cries ! -- has each of us known

II.

How you think, staring on at the door,

He lends not ; but gives to the end,

And a rapture of light, you forgo.

Out of reach, beyond kiss, in the clay

Full in nature) the child is our own,

Till the room shall be stiller from noise,

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When the veil of the body we feel

Into weak womans tears for relief ?

Who tell me how lonely you stand

Through the house of a man up to His,

The motherhoods advent in power,

He resumes nothing given, -- be sure !

As He loves to the end. If it seem

To the safe place above us. Adieu.

With a cup thrust in Benjamins sack.

Means with God not to tempt or deceive

IV.

That its brightness, familiar before,

And the thing which He give九_九_藏_書s, I deny

That He draws back a gift, comprehend

In His temple, indignant He went

With a murmur of music, you miss,

Held up to be looked at by me, --

VI.

XI.

Shall I speak like a poet, or run

You know how one angel smiles there.

XIV.

Oh, children ! -- I never lost one, --

Burns off from you ever the more

Be more earnest than others are,--speed

XII.

He gives what He gives. Be content !

And I feel what it must be and 九*九*藏*書is,

While you ask me to ponder and say

Of that curl, from earths storm and despair,

VII.

Kept over their heads on the shelf.

Where the face of your angel flashed in,

VIII.

To be drawn by a single gold hair

Have possessed in your house a sweet piece

Where they loiter, persist where they cease.

God s generous in giving, say I, --

With the bright fellow-locks put away

To all who bear babes -- in the hour

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By apocalypse (God being there

Where the violets press nearer than you.

III.

So look up, friends ! you, who indeed

XIII.

O father ! -- O mother, look back

Tis to add to it rather, -- amend,

Of the Heaven which men strive for, must need

And finish it up to your dream, --

Life of life, love of love, moan of moan,

Yet my arm s round my own little son,

Or keep, -- as a mother will toys

I.

Too costly, though given by herread.99csw.comself,

And Love knows the secret of Grief.

To the first loves assurance. To give

He s ours and for ever. Believe,

And scourged away all those impure.

`God lent him and takes him, you sigh ;

And the children more fit for such joys,

When God draws a new angel so

V.

Then weep not. Tis easy for you

He gives what He gives. I appeal

With a single gold curl in the hand

God lend ? Where the usurers lent

What a father and mother can do,

For the dark of your sorrow and sin.