TO
MY
DAUGHTER
,
ON
BEING
SEPARATED
FROM
HER
ON
HER
MARRIAGE
DEAR
to
my
heart
as
life's
warm
stream
,
Which
animates
this
mortal
clay
,
For
thee
I
court
the
waking
dream
,
And
deck
with
smiles
the
future
day
;
And
thus
beguile
the
present
pain
With
hopes
that
we
shall
meet
again
.
Yet
will
it
be
,
as
when
the
past
Twin'd
ev'ry
joy
,
and
care
,
and
thought
,
And
o'er
our
minds
one
mantle
cast
Of
kind
affections
finely
wrought
?
Ah
no
!
the
groundless
hope
were
vain
,
For
so
we
ne'er
can
meet
again
!
May
he
who
claims
thy
tender
heart
Deserve
its
love
,
as
I
have
done
!
For
,
kind
and
gentle
as
thou
art
,
If
so
belov'd
,
thou'rt
fairly
won
.
Bright
may
the
sacred
torch
remain
,
And
cheer
thee
till
we
meet
again
!