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ON A LOCK OF MY MOTHER'S HAIR.
In looking o'er the souvenirs
Of days when I was young,
I found a lock of silver hair
The tokens dear among.
Of days when I was young,
I found a lock of silver hair
The tokens dear among.
And, like a bright connecting link,
That lock recalled the Past,
And brought me saddening memories,
And sweet thoughts crowding fast.
That lock recalled the Past,
And brought me saddening memories,
And sweet thoughts crowding fast.
For well did I remember me,—
When that dear lock was bright
With mellow gold, of sunny tint,
That changed in every light.
When that dear lock was bright
With mellow gold, of sunny tint,
That changed in every light.
And, then, the shade of earthly cares
Touched, e'er with saddening hand,
The little tress, until it soon
Became this silver band.
Touched, e'er with saddening hand,
The little tress, until it soon
Became this silver band.
And pray I now that Sorrow may,
Whene'er she comes to me,
But change my heart's now golden joy
To silver's purity.
Whene'er she comes to me,
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To silver's purity.
And pray I, that though to my heart
Earth's saddest woes are given,
They may but tint with purer ray,
And make it worthy heaven.
Earth's saddest woes are given,
They may but tint with purer ray,
And make it worthy heaven.
December, 1863.
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