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Loose Papers

And all its sweets to thee disclose
In every wreath of thine.
The path of happiness bedecked with flowers
And garlanded with beds, be thine
And joy speed on the happy hours
Unto the end of time
May Spring her choicest blossoms ever bring thee
Seet sa the ones thou has sent me.
I'll cherish they flower when its beauty is gone
I'll press and preserve it for thy sake alone.

To Mary Clark A wish Sabbath eve March 19th/48
All the joy the world can give, Mary, accept the wish of your
Dear Mary, I would wish for thee humble friend, & in your happiest
And while on earth you live moments think not of her. Then
May you happy, very happy be. all should be joy and gladness.
A friend, the best of earthly treasures But if at the twilight hours a
The greatest [broon] the world bestows, sweet pensive feeling comes over
Be thine to double all they blossoms you - and a tear, though not
And those with thee thy woes. of sorrow fills your eye, then
Thy house, a cottage low, and sweet forget her not, for that is the
With the breath of many flowers hour for sympathy. Or if at
Where smiling Happiness & plenty meet eventide, you turn your eye
And Love speed on the blissful hours above among those "Lambs of
Hence be thy empire, thou the [green] Heaven" and see her favourite
Shalt have a [fairy] reign of bliss star shinong on its heavenly
While nought around is seen way, let it remind you of her,
But sights of Happiness but above all, let it speak
Thy sceptre love - and royal favour shows of that bright world above
To all beneath thy sway of the souls hours in the
When thy own last hour shall course Spirit land.
Death shall usher in thy happiest day.