But language scarcely can impart
The feelings of my swelling heart.
You in my eyes the truth must seek,
And in the blush that paints my cheek,
Or trembling hand, with which I sign
Myself your own fond Valentine.
May we now the bliss improve,—
May the power of purest love,
With its sweetest blands unite,
Whilst all to love and joy invite.
Were I possessed of fortune’s store
I’d give it all to thee,
For thy affection still is more
Than all the world to me.
And can you then your love express,
A heart so true, resign?
Dear youth, return my tenderness.
And be my Valentine.
St. Valentine’s day at length is here,
A day to lovers still held dear;
To customary rites I bend,
And thus to you, my love, I send.
An answer write, and let it be
The record of your love to me.
Accept these wishes which your maiden sends,
Ne’er may you feel the want of steadfast friends;
May health, and wealth, and happiness be thine,
And may you welcome this—my Valentine;
Have I another—yes, one wish in store,
That some day we may meet to part no more.
