Poems (Barker)/To My Husband
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To My Husband.
Come list to me darling, a moment,
Thy heart is my well guarded throne,
And resting in faith on thy promise,
I reign there, and rule there, alone.
So long as the stars shine above us,
Thou art wholy and truly my own.
Thy heart is my well guarded throne,
And resting in faith on thy promise,
I reign there, and rule there, alone.
So long as the stars shine above us,
Thou art wholy and truly my own.
Of my love I have built up an altar,
And bring thee an offering each day,
From faith that's enduring forever,
The incense arises alway,
And hope, joy and trust are my jewels,
That ne'er can corrupt or decay.
And bring thee an offering each day,
From faith that's enduring forever,
The incense arises alway,
And hope, joy and trust are my jewels,
That ne'er can corrupt or decay.
And least should come sorrow or danger,
I have raised up a fortress of prayer,
To keep every cloud from thy pathway,
From thy feet every pit-fall and snare,
To brush from the brow of my darling,
Every vestige of sorrow and care.
I have raised up a fortress of prayer,
To keep every cloud from thy pathway,
From thy feet every pit-fall and snare,
To brush from the brow of my darling,
Every vestige of sorrow and care.
Could I lift up the vail of the future,
And pierce through the innermost gloom,
I'd look for the flowers that are fairest,
That soonest and brightest would bloom,
And pray that when life was all over,
Together we enter the tomb.
And pierce through the innermost gloom,
I'd look for the flowers that are fairest,
That soonest and brightest would bloom,
And pray that when life was all over,
Together we enter the tomb.
Ah! little, so little my darling,
You know my idolatrous heart,
Nor how desolate, darksome and lonely
T'would be, were we severed apart;
One thought of such sorrow, my own one!
O, fancy how cruel thou art!
You know my idolatrous heart,
Nor how desolate, darksome and lonely
T'would be, were we severed apart;
One thought of such sorrow, my own one!
O, fancy how cruel thou art!
So long as the stars shine above us,
So long as the night follows day,
I rest in the joy of thy promise,
I bask in thy love, and its ray:
My faith is enduring for ever,
Its incense arises alway.
So long as the night follows day,
I rest in the joy of thy promise,
I bask in thy love, and its ray:
My faith is enduring for ever,
Its incense arises alway.