LINES INSCRIBED TO MRS. D. W. G.
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All the bliss that mortal ever
Tasted in this world below,
All that springs from love and virtue,
May it still be thine to know.
Tasted in this world below,
All that springs from love and virtue,
May it still be thine to know.
Fate is now our walks dividing,
On this transitory sphere;
Yet within this love abiding,
May we be to each as dear;
May the paths to elevation,
Both of honor and of fame,
In the history of our nation,
Bear for years a spotless name.
On this transitory sphere;
Yet within this love abiding,
May we be to each as dear;
May the paths to elevation,
Both of honor and of fame,
In the history of our nation,
Bear for years a spotless name.
This is truly humble music—
Fail it may to reach the heart;
Though my muse prove light and fickle,
Deem not me a counterpart;
Long as my sad heart retaineth
Memories pure and wishes rare,
Long as hope and love remaineth,
Look, dear lady, for a share.
Fail it may to reach the heart;
Though my muse prove light and fickle,
Deem not me a counterpart;
Long as my sad heart retaineth
Memories pure and wishes rare,
Long as hope and love remaineth,
Look, dear lady, for a share.
