TO —— ——.
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BY MRS. JULIA C. R. DORR.
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Look thou upon me with approving eyes,
Oh, thou whose love is more than life to me!
So shall my soul be strong, though I may see
Cold looks and stern to other faces rise.
Since first I promised to be thine alone,
Hath one fond word from thee been dearer far
Than loudest praises from all others are,
Or warmest smiles. Thou art my world, mine own;
And the one treasure that I prize above
All else that earth can give—the one rich boon
So dear, that if I lost it I should soon
Lie in the grave’s cold bosom, is thy love!
Love me then ever, for I fain would be
All onto thee, love, that thou art to me.