VALENTINE CONGRATULATORY.
to rev. c. f. k.
MY paper is blank, and how to begin,
Of all is the hardest to do,
On a subject so tender, and cherished to win
A kindly remembrance from you;
The gods have all smiled, for so have I learned,
Smiled down on your beautiful nest;
The torches of love have steadily burned,
And you with a daughter are blest.
Of all is the hardest to do,
On a subject so tender, and cherished to win
A kindly remembrance from you;
The gods have all smiled, for so have I learned,
Smiled down on your beautiful nest;
The torches of love have steadily burned,
And you with a daughter are blest.
'Tis sweet to behold an image so fair,
So pretty, so helpless, and frail;
I tremble, e'en while I reverently dare
This measure my pen to avail,
To drop you a line—though harsh to the ear,
My strain is of sympathy, love—
That she may illume your earthly career,
Be a star in your garland above.
So pretty, so helpless, and frail;
I tremble, e'en while I reverently dare
This measure my pen to avail,
To drop you a line—though harsh to the ear,
My strain is of sympathy, love—
That she may illume your earthly career,
Be a star in your garland above.
For her, O one more humble word I must speak,
And this with a tender caress;
So lovely and winsome, so fragile and weak,
I'll pray that good angels may bless;
And this with a tender caress;
So lovely and winsome, so fragile and weak,
I'll pray that good angels may bless;
