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19109	Howard, Hattie	Poems, Vol. IV			.txt	text/plain	22721	2126	89	To know, as they labor like bees in the hive, That, feeling its way like a hypocrite-friend Like the pride of the farmer, the apple tree? The apple's an old-fashioned tree I know, As the lovely almond that blooms like a ball, What God hath wrought thus time shall tell, So shall the heart that honors thee today Like healthful and beautiful Holiday Home. That comes like the spring-time refreshing and vernal, Shall somebody live to whom life will be sweet To make them look like angels Has touched like thine the Saviour's heart, Comes oft a tender, loving thought In his life, like that in mine; With great liquid eyes, like twin oceans of blue, There was a time in happy days gone by, Were like the friend of whom I dream, Of one, like them, in love preferred. Oh that my life were more like such an one of blessed fame!	./cache/19109.txt	./txt/19109.txt