WHERE Beauty is smiling <br />With Love undenied, <br />Where Gladness is flowing <br />From Pleasure’s hill-side, <br />Whatever of charming <br />I elsewhere may see, <br />I can turn from it, Mary, <br />To think upon thee. <br /> <br />When winds of affliction <br />Blow cold on my rest, <br />And the pang that will sleep not <br />Is loud in my breast, <br />Still however clinging <br />These troubles may be, <br />I can turn from them, Mary, <br />To think upon thee. <br /> <br />When Weariness sleepeth <br />And Care is at rest, <br />When Happiness dreameth <br />Of all it loves best, <br />Then as the moon gazes <br />Upon the broad sea, <br />My soul o’er thy dwelling <br />Looks down upon thee!<br /><br />Charles Harpur<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-mary-7/
