A WIFE'S VALENTINE.
TO MY HUSBAND, D. M'CALEB.
My husband, my idol, my far-away king,The dearest, best half of myself, I would bringSweet thoughts of our love, fragrant, holy, and bright,To thrill through your heart on Saint Valentine's night.The thunder is rolling athwart a black sky,No star-gleam is seen in the darkness on high;The rain pours in torrents, the wind moans aroundThe eaves of the house, with a desolate sound.And the heart in my bosom is freighted with tears,While thinking, my love, of our earlier years.
I sit all alone in the glow of the fire;The breath of the past, lightly touches my lyre,And over it softly a memory flingsThat thrills into music the long silent strings.
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