Edwin Gray Lee

To A Mockingbird

God Bless thee, Southland bird! God bless thy lay!
     Like music in a dream,It floats from old Potomac's cliffs away
     To Colorado's stream;
From where Virginia's mountain torrents roar,
To where the warm Gulf laps the Texan shore;...
And everywhere thy joyous medleys ring,
     The weary mourners smile,
And saddest hearts grow bright to hear thee sing,
     Sweet music-king, the while
They breathe, "God bless thee," thou that dost belong
     To us, oh bird of universal song!

Ten Years Wed

​My heart overflows with tenderness, dear,
     Too full for the lips to speak,
As I look in the depth of your eyes today,
     As I kiss your darling cheek;
For the Angel of Time, with his outspread wing,
     Though he's sweeping by us so,
Is telling, almost  like the Angel of Love,
     Of the day ten years ago...
God bless the. true help-mate! God help me to be
     Worthy His gift from above;
For my heart hath no off'ring to lay at your feet,
       Better, my wife, than its love.

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