 | The poems of Mrs. Emma Catherine Embury |  |
TO ---.
Thy glorious smile, thy glorious smile
Beams as 'twas wont to do,
When o'er my youthful feelings first
Love's summer light it threw:
Then it was worshipped from afar,
But still it was my guiding star.
Beams as 'twas wont to do,
When o'er my youthful feelings first
Love's summer light it threw:
Then it was worshipped from afar,
But still it was my guiding star.
Thy gentle voice, thy gentle voice,
O, still it has high power
To rouse joy's echoes in my soul,
As in the blessed hour
When first I heard the low-breathed tone
That made my childish heart its own.
O, still it has high power
To rouse joy's echoes in my soul,
As in the blessed hour
When first I heard the low-breathed tone
That made my childish heart its own.
Thy sunbright eye, thy sunbright eye,
Once more it turns on me
The sweetness of its early look,
And mingles tenderly
Affection's moonbeams, pure and bright,
With intellect's refulgent light.
Once more it turns on me
The sweetness of its early look,
And mingles tenderly
Affection's moonbeams, pure and bright,
With intellect's refulgent light.
| The poems of Mrs. Emma Catherine Embury | |