TO MY HUSBAND.
I am thinking of you, darling, Oh! so tenderly to-night.And my heart is throbbing low,With a pulse of long-ago,Trembling sweetly in the glow Of its softly shining light,
I am looking back, my darling, Through the flooding light of years,Back to our bridal hour,When our love, a folded flower,Had not known the thrilling power Of a beauty born of tears.
I thought I loved you, darling, With a woman's utmost love;Thought no living heart could bringRicher tribute to its king;
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