Bearing, "I love her,
My moaning ne'er'll cease
Till she on my breast
Findeth love's perfect peace;
Till she on my breast
Findeth love's perfect rest."
Oh, is there tenderer tone
For mortal ear,
Than such a monotone,
Distinct and clear,
Bearing its comfort,
Its heavenly peace,
Its help for all sorrow,
Its heart-pain release,
To a soul waiting long
For love's tender, true song?
And now the ocean's moan
Is to my ears
The dearest undertone
Of all the years,
Bearing a memory,
A sweet bliss attained,
A gratified longing,
A life's joys regained,
To the shores vast and free
Of eternity's sea.
Boar's Head, Hampton, N.H.
[LOVE'S FLOWER.]
Love's sweet and tender flower
Of pure, perennial life,
Blooms ever fresh in power
O'er all earth's wrong and strife.