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Poems.
Soft be the winds that bear thee hence,
Gentle, the billows rise;
Sound be the barque for thy defence,
As o'er the waves it hies.
Farewell! may fortune smile on thee,
In that far distant spot;
The only boon I crave from thee,
Is not to be forgot.
Gentle, the billows rise;
Sound be the barque for thy defence,
As o'er the waves it hies.
Farewell! may fortune smile on thee,
In that far distant spot;
The only boon I crave from thee,
Is not to be forgot.
TO A YOUNG LADY ON THE EVE OF MARRIAGE.
Permit a friend, at this momentous time,
To offer her best wishes, (though in rhyme);
May heaven be pleased to smile upon this hour,
And may no clouds around thy pathway lower.
When 'neath the all-seeing eye of God you bow,
And breathe before him that most solemn vow,
When two fond souls, uniting, form but one,
And the bright goal of happiness is won,
Thine be the bliss all earthly sweets to share,
That can be found in this cold world of care,
Whilst journeying onward through this mundane sphere,
To offer her best wishes, (though in rhyme);
May heaven be pleased to smile upon this hour,
And may no clouds around thy pathway lower.
When 'neath the all-seeing eye of God you bow,
And breathe before him that most solemn vow,
When two fond souls, uniting, form but one,
And the bright goal of happiness is won,
Thine be the bliss all earthly sweets to share,
That can be found in this cold world of care,
Whilst journeying onward through this mundane sphere,
