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MY BONNY LADY.
You say Eve gave her Daughters to restore
The Eden that their Mother lost of yore;
They lead us through the Angel-guarded door,
And where they smile it blooms for evermore?
Then Dearest of Eve's Daughters dear is she
Who makes an Eden in my Home for me;
My Bonny Lady.
The Eden that their Mother lost of yore;
They lead us through the Angel-guarded door,
And where they smile it blooms for evermore?
Then Dearest of Eve's Daughters dear is she
Who makes an Eden in my Home for me;
My Bonny Lady.
No seeming beauty perilous to know,
Like dream of ripeness on the sour sloe,
But sweet to the true heart as summer fruit,
And sound and strong to love's most secret root;
A soul made human by its kindling life!
A woman ripened to the perfect Wife!
My Bonny Lady.
Like dream of ripeness on the sour sloe,
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And sound and strong to love's most secret root;
A soul made human by its kindling life!
A woman ripened to the perfect Wife!
My Bonny Lady.
She grows in graces as the flowers bloom;
Her robe of beauty woven in Heaven's loom!
She wears her jewels in her lips and eyes:
Diamond sparks! warm rubies! pearls of price!
And see what shapely sweetness may be shown
Supremely, in a simple morning gown!
My Bonny Lady.
Her robe of beauty woven in Heaven's loom!
She wears her jewels in her lips and eyes:
Diamond sparks! warm rubies! pearls of price!
And see what shapely sweetness may be shown
Supremely, in a simple morning gown!
My Bonny Lady.
Upon her dear brow is no band of care
That binds the heavy burden souls must bear;
The dew of childhood's Heaven yet lingering lies
Cool in the shadows of her morning eyes;
So may some spirit in its brightness wait
With welcome at the beautiful heaven-gate.
My Bonny Lady.
That binds the heavy burden souls must bear;
The dew of childhood's Heaven yet lingering lies
Cool in the shadows of her morning eyes;
So may some spirit in its brightness wait
With welcome at the beautiful heaven-gate.
My Bonny Lady.
Eyelids once lifted with the kiss of Love,
Droop tender after as the brooding dove!
Lips, when the soul of joy is tasted, will
Hush its loud sound of laughter, and be still.
Yet is she happy as the lark that sings,
Winnowing out the music with its wings;
My Bonny Lady.
Droop tender after as the brooding dove!
Lips, when the soul of joy is tasted, will
Hush its loud sound of laughter, and be still.
Yet is she happy as the lark that sings,
Winnowing out the music with its wings;
My Bonny Lady.
Lo, how she bows with soft and settled bliss,
Over her babe in breathing tenderness!
Her image my Madonna bends above,
To mingle One in my heart's sea of Love!
Thus hath she doubled love and Love's caress,
With doubled blessing, doubled power to bless.
My Bonny Lady.
Over her babe in breathing tenderness!
Her image my Madonna bends above,
To mingle One in my heart's sea of Love!
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With doubled blessing, doubled power to bless.
My Bonny Lady.
Her smile the sum of sweetness infinite!
Her neck a throne where many graces sit!
Like music of the soul her motion is,
But none can know the inner sanctities;
Outside they stand in wonder, I alone,
Pass in adoring at the spirit-throne.
My Bonny Lady.
Her neck a throne where many graces sit!
Like music of the soul her motion is,
But none can know the inner sanctities;
Outside they stand in wonder, I alone,
Pass in adoring at the spirit-throne.
My Bonny Lady.
Behold her in religious lustre stand,
Clothed all in white and fit for spirit-land!
Her thankful eyes uplift for angel food;
And you might worship her, so pure, so good;
For all shy beauty, all sweet shadowy grace,
Breaks into brightness through my Lady's face;
My Bonny Lady.
Clothed all in white and fit for spirit-land!
Her thankful eyes uplift for angel food;
And you might worship her, so pure, so good;
For all shy beauty, all sweet shadowy grace,
Breaks into brightness through my Lady's face;
My Bonny Lady.
I think of her and mine eyes softly close
While all my heart with sweetness overflows;
Each breath it breathes in blessing sets astir
Some gracious balm, and sweet as hidden myrrh.
My Rest while toiling up the hill of life!
A Halfway House to Heaven! my Angel-Wife!
My Bonny Lady.
While all my heart with sweetness overflows;
Each breath it breathes in blessing sets astir
Some gracious balm, and sweet as hidden myrrh.
My Rest while toiling up the hill of life!
A Halfway House to Heaven! my Angel-Wife!
My Bonny Lady.
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