Classic Poem

Take , fair maid, these simple lines
From my pen;
Think of strollings 'neath the pines,
Which have been—
Long and lonesome were the days
We were apart,
But may Love, now, have her sways,—
Bind heart to heart!
O'er main to isle and back to land
Have I been;
Beheld on either hand
A maiden queen:
But none with captivating charms
Like thine;
None to nestle in her arms,
Love of mine!
Charms unto thee God gave
To banish strife;
To glorify and save
One sweet life—
Take this, dear, before we part
From this bliss;
'Tis but love flowing from my heart,
Thine to kiss!