TO MY HUSBAND.
D. M'CALEB.
'T is midnight; in the azure sky The sleepless stars "their vigils keep";But slumber flies my wakeful eye— I think, and dream, but cannot sleep.
Yet each wild dream that wanders o'er This madly throbbing heart of mine,But seals the bond it wore before, And makes me dearly, doubly thine.
Though absent, thou art with me still, No distance can divide us now,—The magic words "wilt thou?" "I will" Have bound us with a deathless vow.
Yes, bound us with a silver chain That naught on earth may widely sever;
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