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[You say they're happy now]
You say they're happy now,
Those fair young brides,—
The calm unruffled brow
No pang of sorrow hides.
Earth all in flowers is dressed;
The rainbow hues of heaven
On their horizon rest,—
An arch of promise given
To youth in the first flush
And freshness of its days,
Like the soft radiant blush
Of morn's unclouded rays.
Those fair young brides,—
The calm unruffled brow
No pang of sorrow hides.
Earth all in flowers is dressed;
The rainbow hues of heaven
On their horizon rest,—
An arch of promise given
To youth in the first flush
And freshness of its days,
Like the soft radiant blush
Of morn's unclouded rays.
Lightly may shadows fall
Around their future path,
And memory still recall
Their fondly plighted faith;
Whilst love, with pencil dipped in colors bright,
Shall fringe the cloud with its own roseate light.
Around their future path,
And memory still recall
Their fondly plighted faith;
Whilst love, with pencil dipped in colors bright,
Shall fringe the cloud with its own roseate light.
Oct. 1841.
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