TO MY HUSBAND.
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While in thy bosom dwelt the same Undying love then breathed to me.The past steals o'er my heart to-night With thrilling, almost magic, power,Each memory picture glowing bright, As in its first enchanting hour.
There lingers yet, far, far away, A scene thou wilt remember well,A soldier in a suit of gray— A flag unfurled—a sad farewell.The years that passed—our meeting then, All glide before my vision now;To-night I seem to breathe again, To thee, the holy bridal vow.
Yet still I love that suit of gray, Though I may see thee wear it never;And still I mourn the fatal day That furled the "starry cross" forever.But what avails it now? 'tis well— The past beyond recall is gone;A nation rose—a nation fell— The universe moves calmly on.
