Queen Berengaria's Courtesy, and Other Poems By the Lady E. Stuart Wortley. In Three Vols |
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THE ANGEL-SWEETNESS OF THY SMILE. |
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THE ANGEL-SWEETNESS OF THY SMILE.
The Angel-sweetness of thy sunny smile.
Can lift my heart from care, with witching wile,
The tone of thy soft voice, so deeply dear,
Can chase stern Grief, or make it blest appear.
Can lift my heart from care, with witching wile,
The tone of thy soft voice, so deeply dear,
Can chase stern Grief, or make it blest appear.
If in thy presence pure, pale Grief may come,
E'en she reflects thy Soul's immortal bloom,
As e'en a cloud that near the Sun remains,
Wears his bright fetters and his golden chains.
E'en she reflects thy Soul's immortal bloom,
As e'en a cloud that near the Sun remains,
Wears his bright fetters and his golden chains.
Thy soaring Soul seems beautiful and bright,
With morning hues of loveliness and light,
In the earliest bloom of purity and peace,
Oh! may that bloom ne'er fade, that charm ne'er cease.
With morning hues of loveliness and light,
In the earliest bloom of purity and peace,
Oh! may that bloom ne'er fade, that charm ne'er cease.
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In thy serenest presence, bright and fair,
My Soul seems circled with a purer air,
Not Grief—that tamer of the heart! alone,
But Sin—but Evil seem its sway to own.
My Soul seems circled with a purer air,
Not Grief—that tamer of the heart! alone,
But Sin—but Evil seem its sway to own.
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