 | [Poems by Cary in] The poems of Alice and Phoebe Cary |  |
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TO FLORA.
Away with regal palaces
And diadems of gold:
There's nothing in the world so sweet
As love's embracing fold.
And diadems of gold:
There's nothing in the world so sweet
As love's embracing fold.
I care not if the sea be rough
And if the sky be dark,
If thou, beloved of my soul,
Art with me in the bark.
And if the sky be dark,
If thou, beloved of my soul,
Art with me in the bark.
Blest inspiration of my song!
I would not leave thy side,
To wear the stars of royalty,
And be a monarch's bride.
I would not leave thy side,
To wear the stars of royalty,
And be a monarch's bride.
May thy fond arms encircle me
As time goes smoothly by,
And may thy faithful bosom be
My pillow when I die.
As time goes smoothly by,
And may thy faithful bosom be
My pillow when I die.
The time to come with flowers we'll sow
As all the past has been,
And though our cabin may be low,
The angels will come in.
As all the past has been,
And though our cabin may be low,
The angels will come in.
If bitterness our cup shall fill
And evil angels send,
Oh! what a sweetener of the ill
To know we have a friend.
And evil angels send,
Oh! what a sweetener of the ill
To know we have a friend.
Of Heaven above I ask but this
Of happiness conferred—
One heart that feels diviner bliss
Whene'er my step is heard.
Of happiness conferred—
One heart that feels diviner bliss
Whene'er my step is heard.
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