Harry by Fanny Wheeler Hart
page 63 of 88 (71%)
page 63 of 88 (71%)
![]() | ![]() |
|
My Harry (God bless him!) has written me.
HARRY'S LETTER. 'O Child, when my words your sweet youth beguil'd I _meant_ to make you the happiest child! I _meant_ that no earthly life should be known As bless'd as the life I had made my own; My weakness and follies I had forgot-- But you _were_ happy with me, were you not? I am not worthy my Love should come, Forsaking for my sake her English home; Exiled from all that is happy and good, Caress'd by a hand that is stain'd with blood. Your innocent face shall never be kiss'd By him who his Heaven and Hope has miss'd! I suffer for sin, as I ought to do; But, my darling, it shall not fall on you. 'I am safely hous'd by a faithful friend, And the letter I write his hands will send; I'm at Clarendon Crescent, Liverpool (I've told you, Love, of the dear old school); Clarence will help me all ways that he can (_Though_ a good tutor, he is a good man). I shall sail for another hemisphere, Leaving behind me my anguish and fear; Leaving behind me my joy and my grace, I shall soon pass over limitless space. |
|