Whose fragrance smells to heaven.

The Fireside. Stanza 11.

Thus hand in hand through life we 'll go;

Its checker'd paths of joy and woe

With cautious steps we 'll tread.

The Fireside. Stanza 31.

Yet still we hug the dear deceit.

Content. Vision iv.

Hold the fleet angel fast until he bless thee.

To-morrow.