13. Past and Present -

Once Joy each morn our window-curtains drew,
And smiling bade us hail — " Rise, happy pair,
A new day calls you and the world is fair."
But one dark dawning quench'd my zeal to view
Heav'ns matin pomp — its wealth of varying hue.
Now by my lonely bed — she is not there —
The vestal Duty stands with solemn air,
And says — " Remember, thou hast much to do."
I turn and gaze on her, half-blind with tears.
And lo! she is transfigured, and I see
No longer her with looks severe, but thee,
My blessed one, with eyes of love that still
Shed peace and comfort as in vanish'd years —
And prompt I rise, thy counsels to fulfil.
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