 | The poems of Mrs. Emma Catherine Embury |  |
STANZAS
ON BEING ASKED TO WRITE SOME VERSES, AT A BRIDAL PARTY.
O never 'mid the lighted halls
Where glad and gay ones throng,
Upon my wayward spirit falls
The gentle power of song;
For there too much of brightness dwells,
Too much of reckless mirth,
And fancy will not weave her spells
Amid the scenes of earth.
Where glad and gay ones throng,
Upon my wayward spirit falls
The gentle power of song;
For there too much of brightness dwells,
Too much of reckless mirth,
And fancy will not weave her spells
Amid the scenes of earth.
The voice of pleasure in my heart
Awakes an answering tone,
But, when those joyous sounds depart,
The echo, too, is gone;
'Tis only o'er my lonely hours
Bright dreams of beauty come;
Then doth my harp awake its powers,
To cheer my quiet home.
Awakes an answering tone,
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The echo, too, is gone;
'Tis only o'er my lonely hours
Bright dreams of beauty come;
Then doth my harp awake its powers,
To cheer my quiet home.
| The poems of Mrs. Emma Catherine Embury | |