The Huron Chief, and Other Poems

by Adam Kidd


 

TO CLARA.


 

WHERE the wide spreading thorn
    Diffuses its shade,
Oft, oft with my Clara
    I’ve pleasingly strayed—

Or paused, while she culled,
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    By the moon’s trembling light,
The primrose, or daisy,
    That slumbered in night.

And dear were the pleasures
    Such minutes had given,
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To brighten our path,
    In a calm summer even. [Page 131]

But, like the soft joys
    That first hallow the heart,
In love’s early hour—
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    Then haste to depart—

So hurried the moments,
    That only could throw
A beam on life’s pathway,
    Long shadowed by woe.
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Yet, I still must remember
    The pleasures that flowed,
And the heaven of love
    Which my Clara bestowed. [Page 132]