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A Valentine

Beside the nuptial curtain bright
The bard of Eden sings;
Young Love his constant lamp will light,
And wave his purple wings;
But rain-drops from the clouds of care,
May bid that lamp be dim;
And little Love will pout and swear,
'Tis then no place for him.
But Cara dear, when we are wed,
Tho' dim at times may be
The lamp beside our nuptial bed,
We will not weep; for we
Have better light around our bower,
The moonbeam smiles within it;
There love will linger many an hour,
And deem them but a minute.
And should the moonbeam melt away,
There still are stars above;
And were they gone, the firefly's ray
Is bright enough for love;
Even in the dark his wing will wear
Unseen, its purple hue,
And but to dream he hovers there
Be bliss for me and you.