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Rh Wander and feed In vacant enjoyment, And 'mid the dark sorrows Of evanescent Restricted life,— Bowed by the heavy Yoke of Necessity.

But unto us he Hath his most versatile, Most cherished daughter Granted,—what joy!

Lovingly greet her As a beloved one! Give her the woman's Place in our home!

And, oh, may the aged Stepmother Wisdom Her gentle spirit Ne'er seek to harm!

Yet know I her sister, The older, sedater, Mine own silent friend; Oh, may she never, Till life's lamp is quenched, Turn away from me,— That noble inciter, Comforter,—Hope!