Poem by John Lapraik

When I Upon Thy Bosom Lean…

1.

When I upon thy bosom lean,
     Enraptur’d, I do call thee mine;
I glory in those sacr’d ties,
     That made us one, who once were twain.

2.

A mut’al flame inspires us both;
     The tender look, the melting kiss,
Ev’n years shall ne’er destroy our love;
     Some sweet sensation new will rise.

3.

Have I a wish? ‘tis all for thee;
     I know thy wish is me to please;
Our moments pass so smooth away,
     That numbers on us look and gaze.
 
4.

Well pleas’d to see our happy days,
     They bid us live and still love on;
And if some cares shall chance to rise,
     Thy bosom still shall be my home.
 
5.

I’ll lull me there and take my rest;
     And if that thought disturb my fair,
I’ll bid her laugh her cares all out,
     And beg her not to drop a tear.

6.

Have I a joy? ‘tis all her own;
     Her heart and mine are all the same;
They’re like the woodbine round the tree,
     That’s twin’d till Death shall us disjoin.

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