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.