Classic Poem

To his Wife

1

O Mary in the silent hour
Still let my memory dwell
Thy face was like the lily flower
Thy eye the young gazelle —

2

I look on pleasures that have been
I look on things that are
In every place and every scene
And nothing find but care

3

There's something in thine arching brow
So beautifully fair
It even warms my bosom now
To feel my home is there

4

So Mary in thy silent thoughts
Still keep a place for me
Then is my prison kindly bought
And happy shall I be