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To Nettie At midnight hour I love to think, On those most fair most dear to me, And memory often at that hour, Would fondly wing its flight to Thee I would not that my form should rise, Before Thee in Thine hours of glee; But when Thou Thinkest of friends sincere, Then I would have Thee think of me. Your Friend. Marie