 | The Uncollected Poems of Henry Timrod |  |
GOD BLESS THEE THEN!
God bless thee then! and thou wilt share with me,
The Desert's solitude, a hermit's lot,
Oh! I will deem the desert blooms like thee
When thou and Love may deign to bless the spot.
The Desert's solitude, a hermit's lot,
Oh! I will deem the desert blooms like thee
When thou and Love may deign to bless the spot.
And we will stifle, in heart-swelling sighs,
The ruder sounds of terror and affright,
And with the rapturous tears that dim the eyes
Hide ought that might appal or pain the sight.
The ruder sounds of terror and affright,
And with the rapturous tears that dim the eyes
Hide ought that might appal or pain the sight.
| The Uncollected Poems of Henry Timrod | |