Poems (Hale)/To a Lady
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TO A LADY.
If ever Heaven its seal had set On aught to cherish or admire,If ever truth and grace have met, To kindle love's celestial fire,—
We find it on that noble brow, In the deep fount that feeds thine eye,In that young heart, so joyous now, Which knows no care, which heaves no sigh.
Thus ever may life's golden stream Reflect the flowers that gem its shore;And ever may joy's holiest beam Shine bright, as now, its current o'er.
O! ever may that eye of thine Still beam, in youth or age, the same;And may love's own immortal shrine E'er light for thee its incense flame.