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BY T. HOLLEY CHIVERS, M. D.
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Before mine eyes had seen the light of day,
Or that my soul had come from Heaven’s great King—
A harmless, tiny, helpless little thing—
You loved me!—While my tender being lay
In the soft rose-leaves of your heart at rest,
Like some lone bird within its downy nest,
Beneath the concave of its mother’s wing,