 | [Poems by Cary in] The poems of Alice and Phoebe Cary with introduction and notes |  |
SONG OF THE REFORMED.
Seeking its place of rest,
Each in its quiet nest,
All the glad warblers have hushed their last song;
And the first star of night,
With her faint silver light,
Guideth my homeward steps safely along.
Each in its quiet nest,
All the glad warblers have hushed their last song;
And the first star of night,
With her faint silver light,
Guideth my homeward steps safely along.
Oh! to that quiet home,
With what delight I come,
When from the cares of the day I am free;
For with her happy smile,
There my young wife the while
Sits by the lattice pane watching for me.
With what delight I come,
When from the cares of the day I am free;
For with her happy smile,
There my young wife the while
Sits by the lattice pane watching for me.
But when I sought the board
Where the red wine is poured,
Oft has she fled when my footsteps drew near,
And nestling down to rest,
Close to that faithful breast,
Has my young infant turned from me in fear.
Where the red wine is poured,
Oft has she fled when my footsteps drew near,
And nestling down to rest,
Close to that faithful breast,
Has my young infant turned from me in fear.
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Silently then each day
Passed her sad life away—
Silently then was our sweet child caressed;
Now our low cabin rings
With the glad song she sings,
Rocking it nightly to sleep on her breast.
Passed her sad life away—
Silently then was our sweet child caressed;
Now our low cabin rings
With the glad song she sings,
Rocking it nightly to sleep on her breast.
There I can see the light
Where our warm hearth is bright,
Oh! is there bliss more ecstatic above
Than this full heart can know,
Blest with your smiles below,
Wife of my bosom and child of my love?
Where our warm hearth is bright,
Oh! is there bliss more ecstatic above
Than this full heart can know,
Blest with your smiles below,
Wife of my bosom and child of my love?
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