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Yet, pearly tears were those, to gem
A Sister's bridal diadem.
No words could half so well have spoken,
What thus was deeply shewn
How much was then my own;
But now no more-nor let a Brother,
Louise, regretful see,
That he should happy be.
were, I trust, the only tears That day shall cost through coming years.
Smile with us. Happy and light-hearted,
We three the time will while.
And when sometimes a season parted,
Still think of us, and smile.
But come to us in gloomy weather;
TO MRS. S. R. W.
My friend, the trying hour is past,
Thy trembling steps are safely led.
O Woman! in thy hour of dread,
Alas! it must be all thine own.
The separate sentence each alone
The brunt of care, the toils of life,
Allotted, his to fence around,
To tame and reap the stubborn ground,
That thine the sweetest fruits may be,
And the wild desert smile for thee.
But now 'tis past, the fear, the pain.
That voice which erst the awful word
Pronounced in Eden, now is heard
Thy painful doom, thy rending frame?
Thrice blessed is the Mother's name;
And by that title doubly dear,
Joy to my Friend! The grief is past,
Joy to my Friend! And thou, dear Blossom !
From blight or blast. Oh, may’st thou live
To know the worth of each caress,
And pay her back in happiness!
TO MRS. TURNER, BERMUDA,
WITH A COPY OF " THE ASSOCIATE MINSTRELS.
By this, my friend, remember me,
And those we both hold dear.
Thy • Minstrel” friends will think of thee :
When sets the day-star here,