4523893Poems — AffectionMary Caroline Denver and Jane Campbell Denver
AFFECTION.
Affection, to the human heart, Is what the dew is to the flower; It strengthens still the weaker part, And gives to all a truer power. If, lost amid the wildering light That lures astray, our hearts may roam—That star, amidst the cheerless night,Leads us to happiness and home.
It is a pearl no wealth can buy, But that which from true honor flows; Its home is in the deep dark eye,—Its strength within the bosom glows.Not all the power that splendor brings,Can tempt its peaceful light aside; 'Neath softer skies it folds its wings—With life itself it is allied.
His life has many happy hours, Who, wandering in a foreign land,Can gather fancy's choicest flowers And bid them blossom in his hand;But happier he, at home who lives, And, when life's early hopes depart, Can take the buds affection gives, And bid them blossom round his heart.
