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SHALL WE KNOW OUR FRIENDS IN HEAVEN,. Mrs. L. A. Chapman,

FAIR is the rising morn when o'er the sky
The orient sun expands his roseate ray,
And lovely to the musing poet's eye
Fades the soft radiance of departing day;
But fairer is the smile of one we love,
Than all the scenes in Nature's ample sway,
And sweeter than the music of the grove,

The voice that bids us welcome. Such delight,
EDITH! is mine, escaping to thy sight

From the cold converse of the indifferent throng :
Too swiftly then toward the silent night,

Ye hours of happiness, ye speed along,

Whilst I, from all the world's dull cares apart,
Pour out the feelings of my burdened heart.

SOUTHEY.