How I hail this morn's appearing! <br />It will thee, my love, restore: <br />Safety danger past endearing, <br />Sure we meet to part no more! <br /> <br />Fame is thine, lo! crowds aver it, <br />And her smile is dear to thee; <br />But I charge thee, don't prefer it <br />E'er again to home and me. <br /> <br />Thou, thy country's call obeying, <br />Hast her battles nobly fought; <br />And, thy ready zeal repaying, <br />See, she gives the laurels sought. <br /> <br />But have I no claims, my rover? <br />Claims as fondly dear to thee? <br />Yes, O yes! and, wandering over, <br />Thou wilt rest with love and me. <br /> <br />Ha! methinks, thy glances reading, <br />From thine eyes my fate I know; <br />Duty still love's claim impeding, <br />Thou again must seek the foe. <br /> <br />Of my fears too dread revival! <br />Yet, with tearful joy I see, <br />Duty is the only rival <br />Potent over love and me.<br /><br />Amelia Opie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-henry-written-to-a-russian-air/
