Poems & Selections

The Bride

When life as opening buds is sweet,
And golden hopes the fancy greet,
And Youth prepares his joys to meet, – –
Alas! how hard it is to die!
When just is seized some valued prize,
And duties press, and tender ties
Forbid the soul from earth to rise, – –
How awful then it is to die!
When, one by one, those ties are torn,
And friend from friend is snatched forlorn,
And man is left alone to mourn, – –
Ah then, how easy ’tis to die!
When faith is firm, and conscience clear,
And words of peace the spirit cheer,
And visioned glories half appear, – –
‘Tis joy, ‘tis triumph then to die.
When trembling limbs refuse their weight,
And films, slow gathering, dim the sight,
And clouds obscure the mental light, – –
‘Tis nature’s precious boon to die.

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