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To Miss Ellen, A place of refuge in his arms, from lifes rude storms and deaths alarms A shelter 'neath his shadowing wing.— His guiding care in everything;— These gifts, so precious, pure and free My gentle friend, I crave for thee.

To Ellen, Heaven bless you Ellen, and make you what the world needs, a true, whole-hearted, noble woman— or, as Wordsworth has it "A perfect woman, nobly planned To warm, to comfort, and command.