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To My Wife ,
TO MY WIFE ,
ON 1 UY DAUGHTER ' S BIRTHDAY . Once more , the light of this auspicious mom Recalls the day on which our child was born ; When her young brightness , like an opening flower With fairest presence bless'd our nuptial bower . '
What fragrant promise fill'd our hearts with bliss , When first we hail'd her with parental kiss ! What sweet sensations did our souls expand , Like softest sunshine o ' er a fertile land-When first with ecstacy we watched her smile , By art untainted , and undimm'd by guile !
And from that moment , each succeeding year , She still improves , and still becomes more dear-Still Arabella is a loving child , Docileand good , affectionate and mild—Whate ' er our sorrows , and whate ' er our woe Ne ' er may she cause one bitter tear to flow l ' And for such mercy may we both upraise Our hearts to Heaven , in gratitude and praise ; And to the last , may our clear Bella prove To us , the strong cement of deathless love .
Though the storm threaten o ' er our heads to burst , Let us for her with patience bear the worst . Be ours the task to form th ' expanding mind—Be ours the hope a rich reward to find , When her attention in declining health , Conveys a solace , never bought with wealth . And , if to age our being should extend , When she
supports our weakness at the end And , most of all , when in a brighter scene Where no affliction can be , or has been , ' After our struggle through this mortal race , We meet together at the Throne of Grace ! F . B . RIBBANS . EBC . UA . STON , Dec . \ 0 .
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Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
To My Wife ,
TO MY WIFE ,
ON 1 UY DAUGHTER ' S BIRTHDAY . Once more , the light of this auspicious mom Recalls the day on which our child was born ; When her young brightness , like an opening flower With fairest presence bless'd our nuptial bower . '
What fragrant promise fill'd our hearts with bliss , When first we hail'd her with parental kiss ! What sweet sensations did our souls expand , Like softest sunshine o ' er a fertile land-When first with ecstacy we watched her smile , By art untainted , and undimm'd by guile !
And from that moment , each succeeding year , She still improves , and still becomes more dear-Still Arabella is a loving child , Docileand good , affectionate and mild—Whate ' er our sorrows , and whate ' er our woe Ne ' er may she cause one bitter tear to flow l ' And for such mercy may we both upraise Our hearts to Heaven , in gratitude and praise ; And to the last , may our clear Bella prove To us , the strong cement of deathless love .
Though the storm threaten o ' er our heads to burst , Let us for her with patience bear the worst . Be ours the task to form th ' expanding mind—Be ours the hope a rich reward to find , When her attention in declining health , Conveys a solace , never bought with wealth . And , if to age our being should extend , When she
supports our weakness at the end And , most of all , when in a brighter scene Where no affliction can be , or has been , ' After our struggle through this mortal race , We meet together at the Throne of Grace ! F . B . RIBBANS . EBC . UA . STON , Dec . \ 0 .
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