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TO MARY.
October 2, 1833.
The forms they love, let others deck
In robes of rich resplendent fold;
Fling chains of pearl around the neck,
And tip the graceful ear with gold;
And bid the costly bawbles tell
How strong the heart's affections swell.
In robes of rich resplendent fold;
Fling chains of pearl around the neck,
And tip the graceful ear with gold;
And bid the costly bawbles tell
How strong the heart's affections swell.
But she, whose presence cheers my life,
Whose moral beauty makes my pride,
Far lovelier as the trusted wife
Than when the lovely trusting bride,—
Jewels are no interpreter
Of what the husband feels for her.
Whose moral beauty makes my pride,
Far lovelier as the trusted wife
Than when the lovely trusting bride,—
Jewels are no interpreter
Of what the husband feels for her.
I see her, on this joyful day,
The idol of her happy home,
Whose grateful inmates kneel and pray
That Heaven would bless for years to come,—
Long years of bright rejoicing life,—
This honored mother, friend, and wife.
The idol of her happy home,
Whose grateful inmates kneel and pray
That Heaven would bless for years to come,—
Long years of bright rejoicing life,—
This honored mother, friend, and wife.
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Wealth has no gifts for such a day;
Words try their feeble strength in vain;—
Yet some slight token may convey
The feelings it cannot explain.
Mother,—this simple token take,
And prize it for a father's sake.
Words try their feeble strength in vain;—
Yet some slight token may convey
The feelings it cannot explain.
Mother,—this simple token take,
And prize it for a father's sake.
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