I DEDICATE MY BOOK TO 



MY WIFE 



there's a rose looking in at the window 

 IN every condition of life — 



.IN DAYS of content AND ENJOYMENT, 



IN hours with bitterness rife. 



where'er there's the smile of A true wife, 



AS bright as a beam from above, 

 'tis the rose looking in at the window, 



and. FILLING the DWELLING WITH LOVE. 



From Poems bv P. M. "fame,^ 



