GODEY'S LADY'S BOOK
Philadelphia, January 1850

TO L0UISE.
BY G. W.
How dear to me the hour when first
My wondering eyes thy form beheld!
Then on those eyes a vision burst
More fair than fabled fay of eld!

But dearer far was that sweet hour
When low the words of love were spoken,
And, blushing, thou didst give a flower,
Of thy pure heart a happy token.



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