too, the skies, Now all so dim and dark; Over a stormy sea, dear wife, We drove with shattered sail, But love sits smiling at the helm, And mocks the threat'ning gale 3rd Verse. e Come, let me part those clustering curls, And gaze upon thy brow- How many, many memories Breathe o'er my spirits now; How much of happiness and grief, How much of hope and fear, Breathe from such dear loved lineaments, Most eloquently here. par -a-dise With but one sunny spot; Hallow'd for e'er will be that place To hearts like thine and Then nes- tle closer to this breast, My fond and faithful dove! Where, if not here, should be the ark of refuge for thy love? The poor man's blessing and his curse Pertain alike me: For, shorn of worldly wealth, dear wife, Am I not rich in thee? to |