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Morning Glories :

Second Edition :

Heard, Josephine Delphine Henderson

Dedication

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PREFACE.

HISTORICAL SKETCH OF THE Life of the Author.

INTRODUCTION.

PART FIRST. POEMS, Sentimental and Sacred, Couplets, Etc.

PART SECOND. LATER POEMS,

THE DESERTED WIFE.

“THE WOUNDED HEART.”

THE WEDDING ANNIVERSARY.

WOULD YOU REGRET?

TRUSTING THEE.

WHERE HAST THOU GLEANED?

MASTER, STILL THE TEMPEST.

RESIGNATION.

LORD I WOULD LOVE THEE.

TEARS.

GONE.

THE BLACK ELM.

TO BISHOP H. TURNER, D. D., LL. D.

GRAYSTONE CREST, LOGAN STATION, PHILADELPHIA, PA.

WE DO NOT KNOW WHAT DAY WILL BE OUR LAST.

TIME'S FLIGHT.

MOVING.

TO MY FRIEND.

THY WILL, O LORD, NOT MINE.

THE SPAN OF LIFE.

WHEN, LOVE, I NEED THEE MOST.

TO BISHOP ALLEN'S MEMORY.

THE WANDERER RECLAIMED.

THE RETURNED LETTERS.

HYPOCRISY.

TO MY FATHER.

IN MEMORIAM OF MOTHER.

CONSOLATION.

WILL E'ER THERE COME A TIME?

EXTRACTS FROM THE AUTHORS.

TO BISHOP TURNER.

EXTRACTS FROM THE AUTHORS.

A DREAM.

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EXTRACTS AND QUOTATIONS.

FORSAKEN

AMBITION.

THE FIRST FLAKES THAT FELL ON MOTHER'S GRAVE.

WHEN WE ARE DEAD.

FADED FLOWERS.

“AND IT SHALL COME TO PASS.”

THE DYING SLAVE'S REQUEST.

IN MEMORY OF THE HON. FREDERICK DOUGLASS, THE SAGE OF ANACOSTIA.

GOOD BYE.

DOING.

THE SLAVE MOTHER'S CRIME.

WHERE ARE THE PRAYERS.

COULD YOU TELL ME A FALSEHOOD?

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GOD IS NEAR THEE.

JESUS, SAVIOUR, PILOT, SAVE.

HE THAT COMETH TO ME I WILL IN NOWISE CAST OUT.

LEND A HAND.

CHORUS.

TIMES AND THINGS HAVE CHANGED.

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A DREAM.

I dreampt of you, sweetheart, last night,
'Twas not a dream of bliss;
I saw another in your arms
Receive a loving kiss.

I saw you raise another's head
Aloft to meet your own,
And gaze with rapture on a face
Which in its pleasure shone.

I saw your long, dark lashes sweep
Your crimson mantled cheek;
Your bosom heave with passion deep,
Your lips about to speak.

And O, what torture, love, was mine,
My heart with anguish burned;
And from the scene my tearful eyes
A painful witness turned.

Had heaven no pity? It did seem
I prayed for some relief;
I woke and wondered that a dream
Could wring my heart with grief.

'Tis morn, and I am glad again,
For in your eyes a gleam
Of love and joy dispels the pain
I witnessed in that dream.