  Addressed to a lady on the arrival of her husband in New York. How sweet is the dawn of the spring— Its ordorous blossoms how gay; The birds on the boughs sweetly sing, And drive all our sorrows away. And here are rich blessings anew; True, Heaven is good and is kind; The return of your partner to you, Will bring a sweet peace to your mind. And oh, how happy he’ll be, To find you enjoying good health; For, oh, lovely Sarah, you see That you are a part of himself. Your aid, gentle breezes, do lend, And waft him safe over the sea. You must not forget, my dear friend, Who it is that returns him to thee. |
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