A WIFE’S WELCOME.
By RUTH LAMB.
At last thou art come, and I once thought to tell thee,
How I mourned in thine absence and longed for thy voice;
How I thought of thee, looked for thee, prayed for thy coming,
Yet now thou art here I can only rejoice.
When the bright sun is hidden by dark clouds o’erhanging,
All Nature seems mournful and weeps at the sight;
But when they are passed she resumes all her gladness,
And, forgetting his absence, she smiles with delight.
It is thus with my heart. All my sorrow forgotten,
The memory has fled with the cause of my pain;
I think not, I speak not of aught save the present,
And rejoice that at last thou art with me again.