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XXXIII.
THE OLD MAN TO HIS WIFE.
Thou art not beautiful, as men would speak;There 's care upon thy brow, and in thy hair
A silvery thread I see gleam here and there,
And health's bright hue has faded from thy cheek;
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And rests on me with all its olden light,
Undimmed by time, with fond affection bright,
With love long tried and true, which cannot die;
Thy smile yet beaming with old kindness fraught,—
Beaming like sunshine from the heart within,
Which care, nor toil, nor poverty, nor sin,
Can dim, or turn its trustfulness to naught,—
These, O, my Nannie, draw my heart to thee!
I own thy chain, nor wish that I were free.
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