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THE WIFE'S APPEAL.

I'm thinking, Charles, 't is just a year,
 Or will be, very soon,
Since first you told me of your love,
 One glorious day in June.

All nature seemed to share our bliss,—
 The skies hung warm above,
The winds from opening roses bore
 The very breath of love!

We sought the still, deep forest shades,
 Within whose leafy gloom
Few ardent sunbeams stole to kiss
 The young buds into bloom;