. Ballads of life. bless the young and loves the moonlight and the evening hour,The rivers margin and the forest bower;There wrapt in musing she delights to stray,And nurse the dream that oer her soul has tis hers, by struggling pangs oppressd,To hide the thorns that rankle in her breast,With dying hopes to combat thronging fears,And find a sad relief in gushing cannot last, and time with noiseless wingSweeps oer her bosom and allays its other hooes and calmer feelings brings. WIFEHOOD. Thus pass the first three stages of her life:A fourth succeeds

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. Ballads of life. bless the young and loves the moonlight and the evening hour,The rivers margin and the forest bower;There wrapt in musing she delights to stray,And nurse the dream that oer her soul has tis hers, by struggling pangs oppressd,To hide the thorns that rankle in her breast,With dying hopes to combat thronging fears,And find a sad relief in gushing cannot last, and time with noiseless wingSweeps oer her bosom and allays its other hooes and calmer feelings brings. WIFEHOOD. Thus pass the first three stages of her life:A fourth succeeds and sees her now a wife;Yet not perchance of him who taught her heartIts earliest love, or caused its keenest of the wrong that has been given,When happily wed she makes of home a heaven,Mans nurse in sickness and his joy in health,His aid in poverty, his pride in heart the solace when his wounded mindFlies for relief and finds it ever kind:Where, when all fail him, he can still confide,. --^Z cA *t:

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