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THE SOLDIER'S BRIDE.
Yet waken; my presence is better than dreaming:
The sweetest completion of rapture it brings;
And ah, with new glory thy pale brow is gleaming—
Thy glad spirit hears me, just poising its wings!
The sweetest completion of rapture it brings;
And ah, with new glory thy pale brow is gleaming—
Thy glad spirit hears me, just poising its wings!
Thine eye, with its lustre of love, is upon me—
Oh, never the sun with such affluence shone!
From the clasp of Death's merciless arms I have won thee:
I know thee forever—forever mine own.
Oh, never the sun with such affluence shone!
From the clasp of Death's merciless arms I have won thee:
I know thee forever—forever mine own.
For grief struck me cold ere thy fate had been told me;
My soul caught the news, and made ready for flight;
Now tenderly kiss me, love, sweetly infold me:
Heaven dawns with to-morrow—Good-night and good-night!
My soul caught the news, and made ready for flight;
Now tenderly kiss me, love, sweetly infold me:
Heaven dawns with to-morrow—Good-night and good-night!
