The Village Bridal and Other Poems. Also, Two Lectures

The Village Bridal and Other Poems. Also, Two Lectures

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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. 1854 edition. Excerpt: ...decks its brow from the " happy days of yore." Oh! there's a music in that name, melodious and true, Recalling past affections to enchant the present view; The summer's glistening treasures that woo'd our spirits then, With childhood's dear delightful sports, come back to us again With all their thrilling tenderness, to win our wayward thought, And cluster fondly to our souls, with sacred memories fraught. Come Reminiscence! unfold your ideal buds once more, And strew your precious jewels o'er imagination's floor; There, now, youthful innocence in radiant beauty shines, Sporting with a gladsome heart 'till the day in night declines. Embraced within a mother's arms I feel her mellow kiss, Pledge of her enraptur'd joy wreath'd in ethereal bliss; I list her voice, softly sweet, it bears to Heaven a prayer, Inspir'd with trustfulness and hope, that some day she'll be there The companion of the angels, to soar in joy above, For ever thro' those realms of bliss in never-ceasing love: I see her eyes upon me bent, they beam with smiling joy, A faith in mystic wonderment, which nought can e'er destroy. Dear mother! memory wraps my soul in thy mantling grace--That heavenly smile illumining thy beauteous face Doth hover o'er me, like the summer-sky's "unclouded blue," Which veils those unseen spheres beyond its own unbounded view. Oh, Memory! ye may waft the flowery fruits that bring A virgin freshness to the soul, beautiful as spring; Ye may recal unto my mind tho rapturous joy I felt, When, at a mother's earnest wish, close by her feet I knelt To waft a prayer, as pure as incense, from my soul, To the Eternal One, who made the universal whole. Come, Fancy, wreathe your rainbow tints to deck my joyous brow, If ye can weave more more

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  • Paperback | 50 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 3mm | 109g
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236516001
  • 9781236516008