Shall bear us here, to rest forever more,—

'Till that bright day when ransomed spirits rise,

And loved and lost shall reunited be,

To dwell in realms beyond the star-lit skies

Throughout one circling, vast eternity!

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MY VALENTINE.

I passed her on the crowded street—

This winsome maid, demure and sweet—

And envious saw the silken tresses

That seemed to give her cheeks caresses,

And rapture felt that thrilled me through

When on me glanced those eyes of blue

From underneath the drooping lashes

That could not hide their azure flashes!

And oh, I dreampt of bliss divine

If she would be—my Valentine!

And visions of as fair a face

As painter's pencil e'er did trace

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