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Writer's pictureEdwin Janney

To My Love




When stillness stains the tender night,

And all so lay their tools to rest,

My mind engulfs the thoughts of you,

That sleep so lacks my weary eyes.


But now I learn

What love can teach,

But now I see the visions clear,

So now I yield of all my love,

To you my glorious loving wife.

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