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APPENDIX

ADDRESSED CHIEFLY TO HER FRIENDS.

Lo Wanderer! who hast found my poor abode—
This humble rest-house for the wayfarer—
The window-flowers glow in God’s sunlight dear,

The linnet’s note lifteth Care’s weary load,

The snowy cloth its message fair hath showed
Bidding thee freely welcome to draw near
And, glad at heart, take of my simple cheer

To help thy feet along the lonely road.

Here pause! nor lightly lift this second latch
That leadeth to the quiet inner room;

Seek not with idly curious gaze to snatch
Hints of more personal things—life’s gleam or gloom;

Yet Friend! who’d know the dweller ’neath my thatch,
Enter, and mark the pattern on the loom.

(H. O. A.)