 | The Uncollected Poems of Henry Timrod |  |
ACROSTIC
[TO ANNE WADDEL]
Around thee, Love, shall blessings always hover;
No sorrow such as racks this heart of mine,
No slight no doubts thy nature's kindness smother;
Eternal unmix'd happiness be thine.
No sorrow such as racks this heart of mine,
No slight no doubts thy nature's kindness smother;
Eternal unmix'd happiness be thine.
Where ever thou mayst be thy loveliness
And grace of soul and form, the [sic] friends shall win,
Design'd to bless, thee man in turn shall bless,
Dealt kindly with by time, unknown to sin
Even Death, the tyrant Judge of mortal's doom
Low at thy feet shall crouch, and waft thee gently home.
And grace of soul and form, the [sic] friends shall win,
Design'd to bless, thee man in turn shall bless,
Dealt kindly with by time, unknown to sin
Even Death, the tyrant Judge of mortal's doom
Low at thy feet shall crouch, and waft thee gently home.
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