Classic Poem

Here is a letter from Mistress Love, "
I said: " May the good Lord bless her.
May the beautiful souls in Heaven above,
With their snow-white wings, caress her.

" May all the genii of earth and air
With their choicest gifts attend her,
To make the days of her life as fair
As her heart is true and tender;

" To smooth the path of her coming feet,
Forefend the shadow of sorrow,
Make all the dreams of her sleeping sweet,
And crown with a joy each morrow.

" May the Love she won as a fair young bride
In a fond embrace enfold her,
And through every change of time and tide
Grow dearer in growing older.

" And when the summer is past and gone,
In the beautiful autumn weather,
May they walk where the falling leaves are strown
To the end of the way together. "

My heart is glad, and my hand makes haste
To answer her graceful letter,
For the kindly words her fingers traced
Have made me happier, better.