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15. My voice shalt thou hear betimes O Lord: Early in the
morning will I direct my prayer unto thee, and will look up,
how sweet, O Lord, is thy Spirit, how pleasant to my eyes are the
Words of thy mouth, O that I could ever be mindful of them,
to fulfil thy laws, make me to die daily to the world and its
vanities and let the greatness of thy love make all that is
Earthly appear as nothing to me,
May 16. O the return of Spring and the trees are in blossom,
and the apple tree in our garden is blossom, My Dear child
used to set and feast her eyes on it, she love gardening
and love flowers and children, O if she had been
hear the ground would have been dug up and the
Garden would look pleasant, but alas all is gloom
the flowers die and wither and all Nature groans
it impossible to tell how much I miss her every room
is Gloomy and deserted, O what alter alteracions death
make in a family, my heart is broken, and rivers ot tears run
down my eyes