Poems Sigourney 1827/On the Marriage of a young Friend, during my absence

by Lydia Sigourney

ON THE MARRIAGE OF A YOUNG FRIEND, DURING MY ABSENCE.

I left a rose within a lovely bower,
    Rearing on polish'd stem its bosom fair,—
I went my way, and roam'd a little hour,
    Then turning sought it, but it was not there;—
Though I had watch'd it with a florist's care
    When its young bloom first woo'd admiring eyes,
    And breath'd o'er its unfolding germ, the prayer,—
And mark'd with grateful hope its beauties rise,
Yielding their smile to earth, their fragrance to the skies.

I ask'd the winds if in their ruffian pride
    They on the dust had strew'd those petals rare?
I call'd the blasts and mildews to my side
    And question'd each. They said they might not dare
    The spoiler's deed upon a work so fair.—
But the mild breeze from a far dome convey'd
    A strain of joy.—It said my Rose was there
Bound in a vase of love,—and so I bade
Within its trembling orb, the selfish tear be stay'd.

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