 | The poetical works of Samuel Woodworth |  |
TO MARY ANN.
Dear Mary Ann, the sparkling gems,
Which deck the brow of even,
Are rayless, to the diadems
And jewels on the garment hems
Of sainted maids in heaven.
Which deck the brow of even,
Are rayless, to the diadems
And jewels on the garment hems
Of sainted maids in heaven.
The fleecy snow, so pure and white,
By winds of winter driven,
Is darker than the shades of night,
To those celestial robes of light
Which clothe the nymphs of heaven.
By winds of winter driven,
Is darker than the shades of night,
To those celestial robes of light
Which clothe the nymphs of heaven.
No banquet e'er by mortal spread,
No feast by monarch given,
Can match the living wine and bread,
With which the virgin train are fed,
Who crowd the courts of heaven.
No feast by monarch given,
Can match the living wine and bread,
With which the virgin train are fed,
Who crowd the courts of heaven.
The crown, the robe, the feast be thine;
To all who ask, they 're given;
The jewels, gems, the bread and wine,
Will fill thee with that flame divine,
Which lights the maids of heaven.
To all who ask, they 're given;
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Will fill thee with that flame divine,
Which lights the maids of heaven.
Thine be the pearl of nameless worth,
By Christ alone 't is given—
And though we never meet on earth,
If we obtain the second birth,
Thou'lt kiss the bard in heaven.
By Christ alone 't is given—
And though we never meet on earth,
If we obtain the second birth,
Thou'lt kiss the bard in heaven.
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