TO MY GEORGIE.
99
And holy strength of purpose. Gentleness,
And loftiness, and virtue are in all
Thy feelings, and they stamp thy mortal life
With an immortal beauty.
And loftiness, and virtue are in all
Thy feelings, and they stamp thy mortal life
With an immortal beauty.
Cousin dear,
As here I fix my tearful eyes on thee,
And hear thy tones of pure and gentle love,
My spirit seems to see an angel's form,
And hear the cadence of an angel's voice.
Thou art young, pure, and sweet—life beckons thee
To a bright destiny. Thy loving friends
Are ever, ever round thee, making earth
All that thy true and gentle heart could crave
In its wild fairy visions. There are those
For ever round thy glowing path, who fling
A brightness on thy being, and to whom
Thy own sweet life is as the radiant beam
And the refreshing dew-drop to the parched
And desert earth. Ay, thou art blest with all
That makes life beautiful, with not one cloud
As here I fix my tearful eyes on thee,
And hear thy tones of pure and gentle love,
My spirit seems to see an angel's form,
And hear the cadence of an angel's voice.
Thou art young, pure, and sweet—life beckons thee
To a bright destiny. Thy loving friends
Are ever, ever round thee, making earth
All that thy true and gentle heart could crave
In its wild fairy visions. There are those
For ever round thy glowing path, who fling
A brightness on thy being, and to whom
Thy own sweet life is as the radiant beam
And the refreshing dew-drop to the parched
And desert earth. Ay, thou art blest with all
That makes life beautiful, with not one cloud
