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THE DESCENT OF LOVE.
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The river flow'd more silvery bright,
The flowers were glowing with delight,
The young twin roses had begun
Their homage to the morning sun,
In odours breathed from bosoms meek,
And made obeisance cheek to cheek.
The flowers were glowing with delight,
The young twin roses had begun
Their homage to the morning sun,
In odours breathed from bosoms meek,
And made obeisance cheek to cheek.
In a blest world they seem'd to move,
A world of pathos and of love,
Where all was deck'd in glories new;
The sunbeam kiss'd the morning dew;
The fields were robed in deeper green;
The blue of heaven was more serene;
The birds sang sweeter in the grove,
Hailing the natal morn of love;
Not even from Eden's sacred tree
Was ever pour'd such melody.
A world of pathos and of love,
Where all was deck'd in glories new;
The sunbeam kiss'd the morning dew;
The fields were robed in deeper green;
The blue of heaven was more serene;
The birds sang sweeter in the grove,
Hailing the natal morn of love;
Not even from Eden's sacred tree
Was ever pour'd such melody.
But of all ecstacies refined
The greatest still remain'd behind,
A new delight thrill'd and subdued,
When eye met eye with love imbued;
When he with raptures scarce terrene
First turn'd his view on nature's queen,
On that dear form whose soften'd charms
Besought protection in his arms;
Whose every look, and smile, and sigh,
Bespoke a chasten'd courtesy.
He saw her eye of deeper blue,
Her cheek grown rosier in its hue,
The greatest still remain'd behind,
A new delight thrill'd and subdued,
When eye met eye with love imbued;
When he with raptures scarce terrene
First turn'd his view on nature's queen,
On that dear form whose soften'd charms
Besought protection in his arms;
Whose every look, and smile, and sigh,
Bespoke a chasten'd courtesy.
He saw her eye of deeper blue,
Her cheek grown rosier in its hue,