One of the things we have learned is this:

Tho’ death rides around rough shod,

Back of our births and our deaths and our loves

Is the all-kind heart of GOD.

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Honey

HIS eyes were wide and large and bright

H

As shining drops of dew,

In which two violets had drowned

Themselves and made them blue.

His lips were O! so soft to kiss

His smile was quaint and funny;

Couldn’t think of any name

To call him only Honey.

No one ever tho’t that I

Was his sister Sue.

For my eyes were just as black

As his eyes were blue.

And my hair was like a crow

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