In 1821 Mr. Bryant married Frances Fairchild, the loveliness of whose character is hinted in some of his sweetest productions. The one beginning
“O fairest of the rural maids,”
was written some years before their marriage; and “The Future Life,” one of the noblest and most pathetic of his poems, is addressed to her:—
“In meadows fanned by Heaven’s life-breathing wind,
In the resplendence of that glorious sphere
And larger movements of the unfettered mind,
Wilt thou forget the love that joined us here?
“Will not thy own meek heart demand me there,—
That heart whose fondest throbs to me were given?
My name on earth was ever in thy prayer,