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Loose Papers

To a Daffodil Standing in our window April 12th/48
Sweet guardian angel gazing in
Upon our household band
As pure than art is free from sin
As angel in the spirit land
Long amongst them gaze upon us there
And thy holy vigil keep the while,
So when we knelt this morn at prayer
I'll deem that thine's an Angel's smile
Thy leaves all yellow fair
Thy stem all green and bright
The simplest of finest truths they bear
The record of the light
Enough is written this on thee
If we would read alright
to guide our souls from this dark lea
To realms of endless light
The sweetest truths that Nature gives
Are traced upon thy leaves
And while the God of Heaven lives
A floweret never deceives
Every flower of the field
Of the garden and the grove
Each this truth will yield
God is love, God is love.
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Saturday even, June 3rd
Saturday evening has peculiar charms for me. As the sun sinks
slowly in the west and the starlight hours come in with their
delicious coolness, the very atmosphere seems to breath a [sense]
holier breath, and the force of Nature also wears a softer sweeter
aspect than at any other time.