Songs of the Seasons and Other Poems

Songs of the Seasons and Other Poems

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1853 edition. Excerpt: ...come to this, Mary, I'll not inflict a wound. Though wealth thy charms may win, Mary, It cannot banish pain; The peace that reigned within, Mary, You may not know again. Your hand you may bestow, Mary, And strong emotions curb, But cannot soothe the woe, Mary, When nestling pangs disturb. You now are sad in speech, Mary, And cares thy smiles displace; While tears begin to bleach, Mary, The roses on your face. Oh! bitterly you find, Mary, Though friends approve your part, That love alone can bind, Mary, Affection's changeless heart. Such thoughts you may not breathe, Mary, Yet sighs a language speak; A current rolls beneath, Mary, Which your young heart may break. Through foreign climes I'll range, Mary, And may not see you more; I'll pleasures seek in change, Mary, On some far distant shore. Farewell! Adieu for aye, Mary, An angel's peace be thine; For but one wish I pray, Mary--In sympathy be mine. LINES TO ELLA. Written for a JFrUntr. Blithe as the soaring lark, Ella, With sunshine on our way, We launched our little bark, Ella, In love's enchanting bay. The spring-time of our life, Ella, Is now for ever gone, But yet, O dearest wife! Ella, Our hearts beat still as one. Age has not bleached our locks as yet, Nor furrowed deep the brow; We leave the Past with no regret, With us 'tis Summer now. The buds and blossoms of our love, So rosy, young, and fair, Preserved to us by Him above, Our blended features wear. Domestic joys with years increase, And weary hours beguile; Contentment and connubial Peace For ever sweetly smile. Our offspring twine around the heart As vines cling to the tree: O God I may they when we depart A Parent find in thee. ISRAEL RESTORED. Long thy harps have been mute and thy war-banner furled, Hoary nation in fragments more

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  • Paperback | 28 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 2mm | 68g
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236664728
  • 9781236664723