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UR wedding morn! and thou art far away;Between us mountains rise and blue waves foam:
Yet well I know, that to thine own loved home,
Thy thoughts are wandering on this happy day.
And oh! to thee what longing wishes stray!
For thee what fervent prayers are breathed, that He
Who bade Bethesda's waves all pains allay,
May now the healing waters bless to thee!
And while, with anxious heart, I ponder o'er
How many a weary mile between us lies,
Hope whispers still of brighter hours in store,
When thou, from warmer climes and sunnier skies,
Shalt reach once more the home, then doubly blessed,
With health restored, and anxious wearing thoughts at rest.
E.
July 4, 1860.
