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Poems
and Essays
by
Joseph Howe
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A
LOVE SONG.
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My Mary’s
eyes—my Mary’s eyes—
What would I give, to be
where they
Are looking blue as summer skies,
And shedding joy with ev’ry
ray?
And then her little rosy lip
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That
breathes my name with such a grace,
If I could now its nectar sip,
T’would brighten up
this lonely place.
There’s music in her roughest tone,
There’s magic in her
ev’ry motion.
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I’d
rather be with her alone,
Than sailing on this tedious
ocean.
Oh! could I fold her to my breast,
And feel her arms my neck
entwine,
I’m sure I’d be so nearly blest
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I
would not, for a week, repine.
Perhaps you’ll think, so warms my song,
That I some naughty tricks
have taught her—
But Mary is but two feet long,
My smiling, darling, blue
eyed, daughter. [Page 114]
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