TO MARY.
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BY LUCY CABELL.
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’Twere vain, dear Mary, to attempt
To sound your praise in rhyme;
Though oft I’ve gazed upon your face,
You’re fairer every time.
The stars are bright—but your sweet eyes,
Are lovelier far than they,
And diamonds, were they half as sweet,
Have scarce a brighter ray.
And, oh, such winning fondness lies,
In your gay, gladsome smile,
I scarce can look on you, and think
I do not dream the while.
And then your form—light as the air,
And perfect as a fairy;
Though many strive for beauty’s prize,
None can compare with Mary.
Oh, Mary, may thy future life,
Be bright, as thou art now,
And not a shade of sorrow rest,
Upon thy snow-white brow.
And when thy gentle spirit soars,
From its abode of love,
Oh, may it leave this world of cares,
To dwell with God above.