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CONNUBIAL LOVE. |
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Might be as bright with earthly bliss, With pure unsullied happiness, As Heaven could well bestow.
But hark! Afar o'er Hudson's stream I hear a sigh—'tis like a dream,
A well-remember'd tone! My ear shrinks from the sad'ning strain— My friend, my friend ! dost thou complain
Of being sad and lone ?
Strange that the heart I thought so warm With hope and love's mysterious charm,
Should breathe that plaintive, strain! Where, where is he, for whom thy heart From ev'ry former friend could part,
And break each golden chain ?
I thought Love had a tie so dear, That while one faithful heart was near
To share the spirit's bliss, This world's most dreary wild would prove As Eden bright with rays of love,
And purest happiness.
O! yes, I thought connubial love, Though a fit flower for climes above, • Could bloom 'neath our cold sky; |
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