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Harry by Fanny Wheeler Hart
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My Harry (God bless him!) has written me.


HARRY'S LETTER.

'O Child, when my words your sweet youth beguil'd
I _meant_ to make you the happiest child!
I _meant_ that no earthly life should be known
As bless'd as the life I had made my own;
My weakness and follies I had forgot--
But you _were_ happy with me, were you not?
I am not worthy my Love should come,
Forsaking for my sake her English home;
Exiled from all that is happy and good,
Caress'd by a hand that is stain'd with blood.
Your innocent face shall never be kiss'd
By him who his Heaven and Hope has miss'd!
I suffer for sin, as I ought to do;
But, my darling, it shall not fall on you.

'I am safely hous'd by a faithful friend,
And the letter I write his hands will send;
I'm at Clarendon Crescent, Liverpool
(I've told you, Love, of the dear old school);
Clarence will help me all ways that he can
(_Though_ a good tutor, he is a good man).
I shall sail for another hemisphere,
Leaving behind me my anguish and fear;
Leaving behind me my joy and my grace,
I shall soon pass over limitless space.
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