The poetical works of Edwin Oscar Gale . ll not, my darling, light. But will fill my thoughts old cradle With its children, love, to-night, Will delight my heart in knowing That however far from me Are my wife and sons, Im going Soon to meet you by the sea. August 3. 1890. LINES TO MR. AND MRS. D. R., PORT HURON, On the Marriage of Their I^aughter. ^ We can sympathize, friends, with your feelings this morn;Hand in hand in our thoughts, do we roam through your halls;So replete with reminders of her who is with you we look up to the ceilings and have echoed for years such
The poetical works of Edwin Oscar Gale . ll not, my darling, light. But will fill my thoughts old cradle With its children, love, to-night, Will delight my heart in knowing That however far from me Are my wife and sons, Im going Soon to meet you by the sea. August 3. 1890. LINES TO MR. AND MRS. D. R., PORT HURON, On the Marriage of Their I^aughter. ^ We can sympathize, friends, with your feelings this morn;Hand in hand in our thoughts, do we roam through your halls;So replete with reminders of her who is with you we look up to the ceilings and have echoed for years such a world of sweet strains,And the fall of a footstep, hence seldom tc the snatches of songs, he familiar the carol of birds, from your daughter so dear. Ah ! well do we know at what cost to your heart. Is the gift youve bestowed upon us and our son. We can see, through your smiles, hidden tears as you part, Bravely breathing amen to the deed that is done. You, forgetting yourselves, seeking only their weal, 354 ^^fS. How their lofty tops are swayingAnd in yielding to the air— Have unselfishly yielded the stay of your delightful companion, whose absence youll feelIn the years that the daughter is lost in the wife. When the twilight shall gather, you often will sitAs the shadows grow long, and your pulses beat slow,Low repeating her words you can never forget,With her praise on your lips ever proud to the thoughts of her childhood will come to you then,Of the tears you kissed back when just ready to flow,And the smiles that illumined her young face againAs your love her heart melted and set it aglow. When the curtains are drawn and the lights dimly burn, You will think of her then in the quiet old room. Aye! your memory often will tenderly turn As invoking their Laura to banish the gloom. Not a word will you speak, not a sign will you make, Far too holy for language your reveries then, But the hand of the mother the father will take, And
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