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TO MY BELOVED ONE.

But cherubim, with clasping wings,

Ever about us be;

And, happiest of God's happy things!
There's love for you and me.

The lips that kiss till death, have turnea
Life's water into wine;

The sweet life, melting through thy looks,
Hath made my life divine.

All Love's dear promise hath been kept,
Since thou to me wert given ;
A ladder for my soul to climb,
And summer high in heaven.

I know, dear heart! that in our lot
May mingle tears and sorrow;
But Love's rich rainbow 's built from tears.
To-day, with smiles to-morrow.
The sunshine from our sky may die,
The greenness from life's tree,
But ever, 'mid the warring storm,
Thy nest shall sheltered be.

I see thee, Ararat of my life,
Smiling the waves above!

Thou hail'st me victor in the strife,
And beacon'st me with love.

The world may never know, dear heart!
What I have found in thee!

But though nought to the world, dear heart! Thou'rt all the world to me.

Gerald Massey.

"O, Home is a nest of the Spring,

Where children may grow to take wing."

BARNES'S "RURAL POEMS."

POETRY
OETRY OF

COME SSOCIATIONS.

PART III.