Email Poem

Your IP Address: 216.73.216.98

From Email:	Required Email Address Not Valid.
To Email:	Email Address Not Valid. Required
Subject	Required
Personal Note:
Poem Title:
Poem	Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer, Though the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still here; Here still is the smile, that no cloud can o'ercast, And a heart and a hand all thy own to the last. Oh! what was love made for, if 'tis not the same Through joy and through torment, through glory and shame? I know not, I ask not, if guilt's in that heart? I but know that I love thee, whatever thou art. Thou hast call'd me thy angel in moments of bliss, And thy Angel I'd be, 'mid the horrors of this, -- Through the furnace, unshrinking, thy steps to pursue, And shield thee, and save thee, -- or perish there too!
	Type the characters you see in the picture Required