 | Poems by John Howard Bryant |  |
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A FRAGMENT.
Light of my home, light of my heart,
Dear maid so gentle and so fair,
So free from every stain or art,
So lovely and so debonair.
Dear maid so gentle and so fair,
So free from every stain or art,
So lovely and so debonair.
How shall I treat thee as I ought,
How render the affection due;
How clothe with fitting words my thought
Of one so beautiful and true?
How render the affection due;
How clothe with fitting words my thought
Of one so beautiful and true?
And not affect the flatterer's role,
And not awaken deep within
The inner chambers of thy soul,
A vanity allied to sin.
And not awaken deep within
The inner chambers of thy soul,
A vanity allied to sin.
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