Oh, flower of perfect loveliness,
Oh, bloom of spring’s fair day,
What gentle joys do you impress
Upon my soul, with happiness
Which sweeps the clouds away!
WHAT WOULD YOU DO?
What would you do?
If you loved me,
As I love you.
If you in absence sad,
Longed for a moment’s joy—
My voice to make you glad—
Would you the time employ
In going to your lad?
And whisper: “Mine alone,
Yes, I am thine, my own;
In all this busy world—we two—
You live for me, and I for you.”
What would you do?
If you loved me,
As I love you.
If you were far away,
And hungered for a word,
Just one—to brighten day;
Some message for a bird
To carry, would you say?
“My lover, mine alone,
Yes, I am thine, my own;
In all this busy world—just two—
You live for me, and I for you.”
HER SOUL’S SWEET HEART
It is the heart within the soul of her
That shines, and sets her lily face aglow.
Turning to rosy blush the velvet snow,
To make the pearly morn look far less fair!
It is her soul’s sweet heart that makes her eyes
The envied of the stars, when glances bright
Mount up and gleam from her kind orbs at night,
And spread celestial fire across the skies!
No heart of flesh and blood could glorify
A form divine, and make so sweet a face
As that which smiles in pity from above—
Her spirit ’tis, which beats mysteriously,
And gives her every action heaven’s grace,
And wins my human heart to God-like love!
I LOVE YOU SO!
I love you so!
What sacrifice is meet
That I should make, my sweet,
That I might show
My love in some rich way,
To brighten all your day?
To keep from strife
Our years of love, dear wife?
I love you so!
My life is naught to me—
Of use to none but thee—
Oh, that you know!
Yet would its end once bring
You joy, how could I cling
To it, and bear
The thought it brought you care?