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LINES TO MISS M. H.
A minstrel of love has touched and has stirred
The chords of her heart; rapt echoes will thrill
And charm as the gush from the mountain bird;
In raptures 'twill flow and never be still.
So happy united, a song I would sing,
That Heaven may guard with a sheltering wing,
Each cherished desire fulfill.
The chords of her heart; rapt echoes will thrill
And charm as the gush from the mountain bird;
In raptures 'twill flow and never be still.
So happy united, a song I would sing,
That Heaven may guard with a sheltering wing,
Each cherished desire fulfill.
Now bring me the myrtle and jessamine white,
Search Eden beloved, for asphodels fair,
The young bride to crown, the star, the delight,
With crown fit only for houries to wear;
And June, smiling June, her treasures shall bring
To adorn with the robes, the veil, and the ring;
O hasten, for I would prepare.
Search Eden beloved, for asphodels fair,
The young bride to crown, the star, the delight,
With crown fit only for houries to wear;
And June, smiling June, her treasures shall bring
To adorn with the robes, the veil, and the ring;
O hasten, for I would prepare.
