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A POSTSCRIPT;

IN THE LAST LEAF OF THE SAME VOLUME. ADDED SOME YEARS AFTER.

Since the foregoing lines were writ,
Years have flown by, as years will flit,
Succeeding one another;
And thou, a blissful maiden then,
Hast added claims to prompt my pen,
A grateful wife and mother.

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The sweetest rose will have its thorn;
And passing clouds the brightest morn
May shade with transient sadness;
So of the ills life needs must bear,
Thou mayst, dear friend, have had a share,
To make more prized its gladness.
But—be the future like the past;
And thou mayst confidently cast
Thy cares on Him—who careth
For them whose filial trust and love,
First seek His blessing from above,
Who all their burthens beareth!
1845.