[Written for the Sentinel.]

BE MINE

O Love, be mine this day!And I shall sing—Like joyous lark speeding on upward wingTo rise above earth's gloom and o'er it ring—Love's roundelay.

O Love, be mine this night!And I shall rest—While angels whisper on the mountain-crestHushing earth's tumult to a quiet blest—Pending the light.

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