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Treasure in heaven.

If messengers we fear
Should hither come to-day,
And beckon me away
From all that earth holds dear;

And I should trembling turn
And cling to glowing life,
Yet in the fiercest strife
Feel heart and reason burn;

Then look into love's face,
And see with anguish wild
Our rosy little child
With all her baby grace,

And stretch my feeble hand
To keep the darling near,--
My fainting soul would hear
A voice from spirit-land. [39]

That voice would set me free,
With joy my pulses thrill,
“Mamma, I need you still!
Have you forgotten me?”

M. T. H. 1883.

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