|Share page||Visit Us On FB|
A LADY TO HER HUSBAND. 305
A LADY TO HER HUSBAND.
Husband, when you said, "Good-night," Tears had gather'd in my eye;
Sorrow choked my utterance quite, When I strove to make reply.
'Twas not for myself I fear'd, Though my sky might never be
By a prosp'rous sun-beam cheer'd,. But I felt, I felt for thee.
And that night, when all alone, Watching while our children slept;
Where the placid moonlight shone, Long for^thee I pray'd and wept.
Thou hast told me oft, my dear, That thy grief was all for me;
But undaunted I could bear The severest poverty.
While thy forehead wears a calm, And thine eye a happy lightó
Though amid the darkest storm, If thou 'rt cheerful, all is bright.
O, then, let the storm blow o'er!
Drive its shadows from thy heart! And remember evermore, ! I am happy while thou art.