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 | My Lyrical Life |  |
HUSBAND AND WIFE.
Proudly I stood in the rare Sunrise,
As the dawn of your beauty brake;
But I feared for the storm, as I looked at the skies,
And trembled for your sweet sake!
And O, may the evil days come not, I said,
As I yearned o'er my tender blossom:
Strong arm of love! shelter the dearest one's head;
And I nestled you deep in my bosom.
May the tears never dim the love-light of her eye,—
May her Life be all Spring-weather!—
Was the prayer of my heart, ere you, Love, and I,
Were Husband and Wife together.
As the dawn of your beauty brake;
But I feared for the storm, as I looked at the skies,
And trembled for your sweet sake!
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As I yearned o'er my tender blossom:
Strong arm of love! shelter the dearest one's head;
And I nestled you deep in my bosom.
May the tears never dim the love-light of her eye,—
May her Life be all Spring-weather!—
Was the prayer of my heart, ere you, Love, and I,
Were Husband and Wife together.
But the suns will shine, and the rains will fall,
On the loftiest, lowliest spot!
And there's mourning and merriment mingled for all
That inherit the human lot.
So we've suffered and sorrowed and grown more strong,
Heart-to-heart, side-to-side, we have striven,
With the love that is summer-tide all the year long,
And the spirit that makes its own heaven!
We clung the more close as the storm swept by,
We kept the nest warm in cold weather;
And seldom we've faltered since you, Love, and I,
Have been Husband and Wife together!
On the loftiest, lowliest spot!
And there's mourning and merriment mingled for all
That inherit the human lot.
So we've suffered and sorrowed and grown more strong,
Heart-to-heart, side-to-side, we have striven,
With the love that is summer-tide all the year long,
And the spirit that makes its own heaven!
We clung the more close as the storm swept by,
We kept the nest warm in cold weather;
And seldom we've faltered since you, Love, and I,
Have been Husband and Wife together!
Like the sweet happy flowers of the wilderness,
You have dwelt life to life with Nature;
And caught the wild beauty and grace of her ways,
And grown to her heavenlier stature!
In prospering calm, and in quickening strife,
Hath your womanly worth unfolden;
And sunshine and shower have enriched your life,
And ripened its harvest golden.
There is good in the grimmest cloud o' the sky,
There are blessings in wintry weather:
Even Grief hath its glory, since you, Love, and I,
Have been Husband and Wife together.
You have dwelt life to life with Nature;
And caught the wild beauty and grace of her ways,
And grown to her heavenlier stature!
In prospering calm, and in quickening strife,
Hath your womanly worth unfolden;
And sunshine and shower have enriched your life,
And ripened its harvest golden.
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There are blessings in wintry weather:
Even Grief hath its glory, since you, Love, and I,
Have been Husband and Wife together.
O, Life is not perfect with Love's first kiss:
Who winneth the blessing must wrestle;
And the deeper the trouble, the dearer the bliss,
That may in the core of it nestle!
Our Angels oft greet us in tearful guise,
Our saviours will come in sorrow:
While the murkiest midnight that frowns from the skies,
Is at heart a radiant Morrow!
We laugh and we cry, we sing and we sigh,
And Life will have wintry weather!
So we'll hope, and love on, since you, Love, and I,
Are Husband and Wife together.
Who winneth the blessing must wrestle;
And the deeper the trouble, the dearer the bliss,
That may in the core of it nestle!
Our Angels oft greet us in tearful guise,
Our saviours will come in sorrow:
While the murkiest midnight that frowns from the skies,
Is at heart a radiant Morrow!
We laugh and we cry, we sing and we sigh,
And Life will have wintry weather!
So we'll hope, and love on, since you, Love, and I,
Are Husband and Wife together.
| My Lyrical Life | |