This poem was written by my great grandfather, Howard Cromartie Currie, (6/12/1851 - 4/20/1887) to his wife, Lucy Jane Lynch Currie, (10/29/1855 - 1/22/1892), eight years and four children into their marriage. A hand written original is in Aunt Annie's, (his sister's), scrap book. Patricia M. Currie, 6/26/01.

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Why dost thou shade thy lovely face? Oh why

Doth that eclipsing hand so long deny

The sunshine of thy soul enlivening eye?

Thou art my life. If thou but turn away

My life's a thousand deaths. Thou art my way.

Without thee Lucy, I travel not but stray.

My light thou art. Without thy glorious sight,

Mine eyes are darkened with perpetual night.

My Love, thou art my all through life.

Jan 6th A.D. 1882 H. C. Currie

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