Samuel Kettell, ed. Specimens of American Poetry. 1829.
By The Tribute of TruthHenry J. Finn (17871840)
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That beckon the senses but to beguile
Have flash’d their mad and meteor light
On the soul, enslaved by the witching wile.
Who deem’d him blest in its burning beam
As the simple fly, in the summer’s sun,
Floats on the ray, through its daily dream.
That menaced to bind my fancy ever;
Yet the link inlaid with gems, is left,
Which love has cemented ne’er to sever.
From the wings of pleasure. But much more sweet
And pure, is the lovelier light that ’s shed
From thy look of life, when our glances meet.
Where the waters roll o’er the wreck of pride;
For the calms of summer have come with thee,
My boon, my blessing—and my bride!