SONG.—THE CONGRATULATION.
Reading edition
Give wings to thy wildest hopes,
For thy destiny now is known,
And even a lover’s dreams
Could scarcely thus high have flown.
Give wings to thy wildest dreams—
The loved one now is thine,
Nor moveth there on the earth
A being so like divine.
A form so noble and free,
A heart so high and so true;
Oh! thine is as bright a star
As gleams in yon sky of blue.
Then give to thy glad thoughts wings,
Thy raptures no more conceal,
For to thee every coming hour
Can only new joys reveal.
Wilfred.
THE MEETING OF THE WATERS.