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Poems by Frances Sargent Osgood | ||
THANK GOD, I GLORY IN THY LOVE!
Thank God, I glory in thy love, and mine!
And if they win a warm blush to my cheek,
It is not shame—it is a joy divine,
That only there its wild bright life may speak.
And if they win a warm blush to my cheek,
It is not shame—it is a joy divine,
That only there its wild bright life may speak.
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From that most sacred and ecstatic hour,
When, soul to soul, with blissful thrill we met,
My love became a passion, and a power,
Too proud, too high, for shame or for regret.
When, soul to soul, with blissful thrill we met,
My love became a passion, and a power,
Too proud, too high, for shame or for regret.
Come to me, dearest, noblest!—lean thy head,
Thy gracious head, once more upon my breast;
I will not shrink nor tremble, but, instead,
Exulting, soothe thee into perfect rest.
Thy gracious head, once more upon my breast;
I will not shrink nor tremble, but, instead,
Exulting, soothe thee into perfect rest.
I know thy nature, fervent, fond, yet strong,
That holds o'er passion an imperial sway;
I know thy proud, pure heart, that would not wrong
The frailest life that flutters in thy way;
That holds o'er passion an imperial sway;
I know thy proud, pure heart, that would not wrong
The frailest life that flutters in thy way;
And I, who love and trust thee, shall not I
Be safe and sacred on that generous heart?
Albeit, with wild and unavailing sigh,
Less firm that thou, I grieve that we should part!
Be safe and sacred on that generous heart?
Albeit, with wild and unavailing sigh,
Less firm that thou, I grieve that we should part!
Ah! let thy voice, in dear and low replies,
Chide the faint doubt I sooner say than think;
Come to me, darling!—from those earnest eyes
The immortal life of love I fain would drink!
Chide the faint doubt I sooner say than think;
Come to me, darling!—from those earnest eyes
The immortal life of love I fain would drink!
Poems by Frances Sargent Osgood | ||