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SONNET
“WELL I AM GLAD”!
“Well I am glad”! the first dear words that fellUpon my soul like some familiar strain,
Breaking the silent witchery of the spell
Her eyes had wov'n about my heart and brain.
Like the low murmurs of the ocean shell
That softest breathe from sea when most remote,
Those trembling accents still around me float,
And calm the fears not even her smile could quell.
They have to me a meaning deep as tears,
Wide as the rainbow circle of her life,
Reveal the bliss of past and present years
And the pure hope with which her heart is rife.
Ah! may it too—that casual phrase—be long
In Earth and Heaven the burthen of her song.
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