TO
SUSAN ANN.
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Though
but a few short days have flown
Since down your cheek the
tear drops strayed,
And round your neck my arm was thrown,
And fond “goodbyes”
were ling’ring said; [Page 102]
And though ’twill not be long till I
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Shall
bound again to your embrace;
When joy shall light your hazel eye,
And banish sorrow’s
ev’ry trace.
At morn your look of love I miss—
Your voice’s music
all day long;
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At
eve your chaste and balmy kiss—
The touching music of your
song.
The silent pressure of your hand,
Your spotless bosom’s
gentle swell—
And wanting these, I long to stand
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Once
more with their magic spell.
The Oak its branches flings on high,
The lovely River rolls and
shines,
The morning breezes softly sigh
Among the stately forest
Pines.
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The Birds are pouring forth their lays,
The wild Rose scents the
balmy air,
And the bright Sun’s unclouded rays
Are shedding beauty everywhere.
Tho’ grand the scenes, I tread the while,
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And
fair the flowers o’er which I roam,
I long to meet your placid smile
And sigh for Home—my
happy Home. [Page 103]
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