T F words of cheer 

 1 1 have not said, 

 Think not, my dear, 

 Affection s dead; 



For every day my thoughts send thee 



The poet s &quot; Benedicite:&quot;- 



\Yith love that flows 



From Heaven above, 

 And peace bestows, 

 With such a love 



As thou mayst hear, and I may say, 

 I greet thee, dearest, far awav. 



