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The adopted daughter | ||
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THE DEVOTED.
BY MISS PHŒBE CAREY
I will save him yet: though he darkly strays
Far, far away from that pleasant land,
On whose shining paths in our happier days
We wandered together, hand in hand.
He shall rise again, and again withstand,
The Tempter's art in his darkest hour,
O, the soft caress of a loving hand,
Than even sin bath a mightier power!
Fond eyes shall lure him with summer light
Than ever burned in the wine-cup's foam;
And he shall not meet with a smile so bright
As that he leaves by the hearth of home!
And by all thy memories of days gone by,
Which I know his bosom can ne'er forget,
By the strength of a love that shall never die,
I will save him yet, I will save him yet!
Far, far away from that pleasant land,
On whose shining paths in our happier days
We wandered together, hand in hand.
He shall rise again, and again withstand,
The Tempter's art in his darkest hour,
O, the soft caress of a loving hand,
Than even sin bath a mightier power!
Fond eyes shall lure him with summer light
Than ever burned in the wine-cup's foam;
And he shall not meet with a smile so bright
As that he leaves by the hearth of home!
And by all thy memories of days gone by,
Which I know his bosom can ne'er forget,
By the strength of a love that shall never die,
I will save him yet, I will save him yet!
The adopted daughter | ||