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SONNET—SECUNDO.
THE WIFE'S REPLY. |
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SONNET—SECUNDO.
THE WIFE'S REPLY.
I.
I come, dear!
Our home!—it thrills my heart
With joys and fears,
Mid gushing tears!
Sweet home!—we must not part
Again, dear.
I come, dear!
Our home!—it thrills my heart
With joys and fears,
Mid gushing tears!
Sweet home!—we must not part
Again, dear.
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II.
I come, dear!
Our brood!—I hear their voice,
Like birds in nest
'Neath feather'd breast!
The song!—I must rejoice
With thee, dear!
I come, dear!
Our brood!—I hear their voice,
Like birds in nest
'Neath feather'd breast!
The song!—I must rejoice
With thee, dear!
III.
I come, dear!
Our food!—the coarsest meal
Is sweet with you,
My fond and true!
To spread our board I feel
So proud, dear?
I come, dear!
Our food!—the coarsest meal
Is sweet with you,
My fond and true!
To spread our board I feel
So proud, dear?
IV.
I come, dear!
Our flow'rs! how bright and fair
In parterre neat,
With fragrance sweet
Grateful they grow for care
From thee, dear!
I come, dear!
Our flow'rs! how bright and fair
In parterre neat,
With fragrance sweet
Grateful they grow for care
From thee, dear!
V.
I come, dear!
Our music!—how we'll sing
At twilight's hour
In favorite bower,
Till mountain echo ring
With “home,” dear!
I come, dear!
Our music!—how we'll sing
At twilight's hour
In favorite bower,
Till mountain echo ring
With “home,” dear!
VI.
I come, dear!
Our babes!—they shall not weep!
A mother's arm,
Thrown round, like charm,
Soon lulls to gentle sleep
The babes, dear!
I come, dear!
Our babes!—they shall not weep!
A mother's arm,
Thrown round, like charm,
Soon lulls to gentle sleep
The babes, dear!
VII.
I come, dear!
Oh, joy!—our home!—our home!
No! no!—I stay
Too long away!
Sad lot were mine to roam
From that, dear!
I come, dear!
Oh, joy!—our home!—our home!
No! no!—I stay
Too long away!
Sad lot were mine to roam
From that, dear!
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