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SONNET.TO MY HUSBAND.
One year of calm domestic peace and love
To this blest day I owe—and with glad eyes
And grateful heart I see the dawn arise,
And the fair hours to brighter radiance move.
So be thy day, beloved! so softly flow
The cm-rent of thy life, in blissful trust,
And joys that wait the virtuous and the just,
And the bright hopes that loftiest spirits know.
While at thy side, 'a fond and faithful one,'
Each joy shall share, and gently soothe each tear,
And strive to add, with each succeeding year,
Sweet memories to the seasons that are gone;
And happiness itself shall dearer be,
While shared, beloved! with my blest home and thee!
To this blest day I owe—and with glad eyes
And grateful heart I see the dawn arise,
And the fair hours to brighter radiance move.
So be thy day, beloved! so softly flow
The cm-rent of thy life, in blissful trust,
And joys that wait the virtuous and the just,
And the bright hopes that loftiest spirits know.
While at thy side, 'a fond and faithful one,'
Each joy shall share, and gently soothe each tear,
And strive to add, with each succeeding year,
Sweet memories to the seasons that are gone;
And happiness itself shall dearer be,
While shared, beloved! with my blest home and thee!
