Poems (Rice)/Marion
MARION.
BELOVED, list; those eyes of thine Are lighted by a spark divine; Nay, turn not, till I breathe the whole, The beauty of thy mind, thy soul; Of these, sweet Marion, I'd speak, Richer than hue on brow or cheek; And these the fairest flowers outvie When morning dews upon them lie.
Others may charm with dance, with song, But greater spells to thee belong; Thy form of purity, of grace, Arms perfect to enfold embrace; Thy character with these combine Great wealth and pleasure to outshine; The gems of mind the most I prize, A wife like thee, so truly wise.
Let others distant lands explore For hidden or mysterious lore, Content 'mid nature's fields I'll roam With thee, in sylvan, rural home; The purest rills unseen do flow, And blossoms sweet in valleys blow; A type of these the most I'd prize, A wife like thee, so chaste, so wise.