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76 TO THE RISING FULL MOON.

 THE BRIDEGROOM

,—'twas midnight,—in my bosom woke, As though 'twere day, my love-o'erflowing heart; To me it seemed like night, when day first broke; What is't to me, whate'er it may impart?

She was away; the world's unceasing strife For her alone I suffered through the heat Of sultry day; oh, what refreshing life At cooling eve!—my guerdon was complete.

The sun now set, and wand'ring hand in hand, His last and blissful look we greeted then; While spake our eyes, as they each other scanned: "From the far east, let's trust, he'll come again!" 