TO MRS. STUTEVILLE ISAACSON
ON HER MARRIAGE.
Joy to Victoria! still my Friend
May bliss on all thy paths attend!
What though the loved fraternal door
Shall bound each maiden wish no more,
What though new claims, new duties, rise.
To bind thee with a thousand ties,
Yet in these ties, these duties new,
A thousand blessings spring to vie*.
And whilst, in all thy virgin charms,
Weeping, thou leav'st a Brother's arms,
Yet, guardian of thy destiny,
Shall Stuteville wipe thy dewy eye,
And hush to rest each pensive sigh.
May bliss on all thy paths attend!
What though the loved fraternal door
Shall bound each maiden wish no more,
What though new claims, new duties, rise.
To bind thee with a thousand ties,
Yet in these ties, these duties new,
A thousand blessings spring to vie*.
And whilst, in all thy virgin charms,
Weeping, thou leav'st a Brother's arms,
Yet, guardian of thy destiny,
Shall Stuteville wipe thy dewy eye,
And hush to rest each pensive sigh.
And well by thee, fair gentle Maid,
Are all his tender cares repaid,
For not thy tuneful skill alone,
Nor brilliant smiles, the feelings own.
Those sounds, within whose magic spell
The soul entranced delights to dwell,
Are but the echoes of a mind
In purest harmony combined.
Those smiles, whose dimpled radiance prove
The force of beauty and of love,
Beam the reflection of a heart
Where Feeling reigns, unspoilt by Art-
Are all his tender cares repaid,
For not thy tuneful skill alone,
Nor brilliant smiles, the feelings own.
Those sounds, within whose magic spell
The soul entranced delights to dwell,
Are but the echoes of a mind
In purest harmony combined.
Those smiles, whose dimpled radiance prove
The force of beauty and of love,
Beam the reflection of a heart
Where Feeling reigns, unspoilt by Art-
That mind, that heart, that humour gay,
They promise many a happy day,
When virtues known and temper tried.
Endear the wife beyond the bride ;
Alike in every varying hour
They boast their woe-dispelling pow'r,
Chase ev'ry passing care away,
And brighten Joy's refulgent ray.
Whilst pleasure fills thy gentle breast,
In blessing others doubly blest.
They promise many a happy day,
When virtues known and temper tried.
Endear the wife beyond the bride ;
Alike in every varying hour
They boast their woe-dispelling pow'r,
Chase ev'ry passing care away,
And brighten Joy's refulgent ray.
Whilst pleasure fills thy gentle breast,
In blessing others doubly blest.
Bertram House, Mary Iiussell Mitfoud, April 25, 1810.
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