Would ask that they be doubly blest.

We would not fail while here to see

All we’re required to do and be.

Would advocate and teach the right,

Still hastening toward perfection’s hight.

Earth’s pleasures then will be increased

By this delightful, social feast,

And we prepared to meet in Heaven,

Where joys eternal will be given.

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On the death of my husband, Samuel Smith.

Gone is my husband, no more shall I see

That kind look of love as he smiled upon me.

I cherished and loved him; and who can tell

My anguish while on his departure I dwell?

Long I have been with him, in sickness and health,

Shared in his losses, and enjoyed with him wealth;

He lives in my memory, lives in my heart,

His virtues are printed there, ne’er to depart.

Fast were we joined by the tenderest ties,

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