 | The poetical works of Samuel Woodworth |  |
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ALTHOUGH, DEAR GIRL.
Although, dear girl, an envious length of space
Between us lies, which fancy dreads to trace,
Believe me, though we dwell so far apart,
You never can be absent from my heart.
Between us lies, which fancy dreads to trace,
Believe me, though we dwell so far apart,
You never can be absent from my heart.
Buoyant with hopes, and innocence combined,
Rich in endowments of the form and mind;
Youth, beauty, fortune, friends, and kindred dear,
All, all conspire thy morn of life to cheer;
Nature and art unite their varied powers,
To wreath thy brow, and strew thy path with flowers.
Rich in endowments of the form and mind;
Youth, beauty, fortune, friends, and kindred dear,
All, all conspire thy morn of life to cheer;
Nature and art unite their varied powers,
To wreath thy brow, and strew thy path with flowers.
Warmly the wish is flowing from thy breast,
Oh may you thus be long and truly blest;
On thy young heart, may heaven's approving smile,
Dawn, like a sunbeam on some flowery isle,
Where naught but peace and pleasure dare intrude,
Or interrupt the sacred solitude.
Rich in like virtues, may thy lover's breast,
Treasure thine image as its only guest—
Heaven will approve, and both be doubly blest.
Oh may you thus be long and truly blest;
On thy young heart, may heaven's approving smile,
Dawn, like a sunbeam on some flowery isle,
Where naught but peace and pleasure dare intrude,
Or interrupt the sacred solitude.
Rich in like virtues, may thy lover's breast,
Treasure thine image as its only guest—
Heaven will approve, and both be doubly blest.
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