Poems (E. L. F.)/To minnie

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TO MINNIE.
1855.Minnie, darling of my heart, Is there no song for thee?Thou art the sunshine of a life That lives in loving thee.
And fair art thou as a summer's dream, With thy bright and golden hair;And the merry tone of thy infant laugh Rings on the silent air.
But who shall tell of thy beaming glance, That speaking, soul-lit eye,With its sweet bright gaze of dewy love, Calm as an evening sky?
Thou art a child of promise fair— What shall thy future be? ​O God in heaven! grant the prayer Of a mother's love for thee.
I do not wish unmingled peace, Nor sunshine without shade—Not for such unmeted happiness Were we poor creatures made;
But I would have endurance mild, And hope, and faith, and love,For ever to be near my child, Guiding to realms above.
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