(_For the Mirror._)
Though rough, not lengthened, is our worldly way;
Then wipe thy pearly eyes, no more to weep--
Thy feet from falling let this memory keep--
Our love hath lasted through the stormy day.
These clouds like early mist shall melt away,
And show the vale beyond the pointed steep;
For they who sow in tears, in smiles shall reap--
Then be thy spirits as the morning gay.
For thou alone art gifted with the power
To still the tempest in my stubborn soul;
Thy smile creates around the billows roll
The blissful quiet of a halcyon hour.
Then shed no tear--then heave no sorrowing sigh
Since love like thine may time and toil defy.
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