Voice of the heart; a wife's love-offering . Would light the orange wreath jhe onceJhould wear. I fee the faltring jleps of that pale bride,I fee the trembling blojQ^oms of her crown,But oh, to try to paint, twere to derideThat priceless, Jpeechlejs hour which knowsno frown ! No, none Jhall dare to lift that veil of beams,Which hides the myjlery of love like this,But half reveald on Jacred page it gleams,*Peace, rapture, perfefl union and blijs. Again Jhe Jlood upon that clajjic mount,The bridal blujh Jcarce faded from her cheek,And yet it feemd as if fome bitter fountWere ready to oerflow tha

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Voice of the heart; a wife's love-offering . Would light the orange wreath jhe onceJhould wear. I fee the faltring jleps of that pale bride,I fee the trembling blojQ^oms of her crown,But oh, to try to paint, twere to derideThat priceless, Jpeechlejs hour which knowsno frown ! No, none Jhall dare to lift that veil of beams,Which hides the myjlery of love like this,But half reveald on Jacred page it gleams,*Peace, rapture, perfefl union and blijs. Again Jhe Jlood upon that clajjic mount,The bridal blujh Jcarce faded from her cheek,And yet it feemd as if fome bitter fountWere ready to oerflow that brow Jo meek. A heavn-Jent Jhaft into her heart had fped,Her lovd Chrijline, lajl bud of homes

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