The Happy Husband
Oft, oft, methinks, the while with thee I breathe, as from the heart, thy dear And dedicated bame, I hear A promise and a mystery, A pledge of more than passing life, Yea, in that very name of wife! A pulse of love that ne'er can sleep! A feeling that upbraids the heart With happiness beyond desert, That gladness half requests to weep! Nor bless I not the keener sense And unalarming turbulence. Of transient joys, that ask no sting From jealous fears, or coy denying; But born beneath Love's brooding wing, And into tenderness soon dying. Wheel out their giddy moment, then Resign the soul to love again; A more precipitated vein Of notes that eddy in the flow Of smoothest song, they come, they go, And leave their sweeter understrain Its own sweet self-a love of thee That seems, yet cannot greater be!
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