Poems (Truesdell)/Love
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LOVE.
O love! how beautiful thou art! How pure and bright a gem, Enshrined in woman's trusting heart, A peerless diadem.
Then choose, my friend, one generous heart, Congenial to thine own,—Forsake all others for her sake,— Make there thine altar-throne.
Let other forms be young and fair,— Let other eyes be bright,—Turn thou to thine own chosen one, With fond and pure delight.
Friendship, with love, would weave for thee A garland rich and rare, And in a heart of prayerfulness Would fondly breathe a prayer.
That sorrow ne'er may cross thy path, Or make thy young heart sad; May all thy hopes be joyousness, Thy spirit ever glad.