To M.L.B.

No night descend on thee:
O'er thee no shadows come!
Safe be thy journey through
This vale of cloud and gloom.

Daybreak be ever thine;
With fresh and rosy hours,
Calm sunshine of the morn,
Odors, and dews, and flowers.

Light dwell in thee, and thou
Dwell ever in the light;
No wrinkle on thy brow,
Thine eye still blue and bright.

One long sweet spring be thine,
With buds still bursting through,
Fresh blossoms every hour,
And verdure fair and new.

Peace be thy gentle guest,
Peace holy and divine;
God's blessed sunlight still,
Upon thy pathway shine.

His Spirit fill thy soul,
And cast out every sin,
His own deep joy impart,
And make a heaven within.
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