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LINES TO MISS ———.
Within another's heart thy heart of pride,
Its sweetest bliss, its dearest life has found,
And may thy deep devotion, gentle bride,
Forever be with richest garlands crowned.

My spirit fain would weave a mystic spell,
To bless thy lofty spirit, it would pray,
That all the richest joys, that ever fell.
From heaven to earth, may fall around thy way.

'Twould pray that if the storm thy skies shall shroud,
And the dear light of sun and stars depart,
The holy beams that glow beyond the cloud,
May shine serenely on thy mounting heart.

Thy face hath wakened in my heart a high
Bright dream of beauty to my spirit dear,
And oh! may I behold thee in the sky,
As beautiful as I behold thee here.