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SONNET.
[Heaven bless thee, Lady! for two happy days]
TO THE SAME. 1850.
Heaven bless thee, Lady! for two happy days
Of pure though sad, of deep though quiet feeling,
A buried world within my heart revealing,
Distinct, though dim, in memory's tender haze;
Which when the introverted eye surveys,
Blossoms burst forth from winter's dark concealing,
Streams gush to life, which Time had been congealing,
Light, long obscured, on soul and spirit plays.
Heaven bless thee, Lady!—bless thy widow'd hearth!—
Widow'd, not desolate, but gladden'd still
By household smiles and girlhood's heartfelt mirth,
Temper'd with grief which tames the chasten'd will,
And disciplines the spirit, here on earth,
Its work of lifelong duty to fulfil.
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