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A WEDDING SONNET.

To thee, my brother, on our native shore
About to lead thy fancy's chosen bride
For coronation at the altar side,
I send fair hopes. Thou standest at the door
Of manhood's inner chamber, which passed o'er,
Are drawn out vistas goodly to the eye
Of fatherhood and clear-cheeked infancy,
Delightful childhood, youth afire to soar,
And useful, noble manhood; and withal
Vistas for thee of a long life, well spent,
Declining through fair weather to its fall,
And with an Indian summer orient,
After the autumn winds have spread a pall
Of leaves as the first summer's monument.