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108 And then he sometimes interwove

Dear thoughts about a Father's love,

"For there," said he, "are spun

Around the heart such tender ties

That our own children to our eyes

Are dearer than the sun.

Sweet Ruth! and could you go with me

My helpmate in the woods to be,

Our shed at night to rear;

Or run, my own adopted bride,

A sylvan huntress at my side

And drive the flying deer.

Beloved Ruth!" No more he said

Sweet Ruth alone at midnight shed

A solitary tear,

She thought again—and did agree

With him to sail across the sea,

And drive the flying deer.