Poems — Song

SONG

O the voice of woman’s love!

What a bosom-stirring word!

Was a sweeter ever uttered, Was a dearer ever heard, Than woman’s love?

How it melts upon the ear, How it nourishes the heart!

Cold, ah!

cold, must his appear, Who hath never shared a part Of woman’s love.

’Tis pleasure to the mourner, ’Tis freedom to the thrall;

The pilgrimage of many, And resting place of all, Is woman’s love.

’Tis the gem of beauty’s birth, It competes with joys above;

What were angels upon earth, If without a woman’s love-- A woman’s love?