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apostrophe to the mississippi.
And thou, engulfing waters, thou
Didst rob this sorrowing one—
Didst snatch the idol from its shrine,
And leave the heart alone.
Didst rob this sorrowing one—
Didst snatch the idol from its shrine,
And leave the heart alone.
Scarce had the bridal flowers grown pale,
Which loving hands had wreathed,—
Scarce had the husband's tender vows
In happiness been breathed,—
Which loving hands had wreathed,—
Scarce had the husband's tender vows
In happiness been breathed,—
Ere from the altar he had reared,
That shrine of love—a home,
The guardian of that temple dear
By cruel fate was torn.
That shrine of love—a home,
The guardian of that temple dear
By cruel fate was torn.
He trusted to thy treacherous waves,
Thou dark, uncertain stream;
But of the fearful doom thou'dst planned.
How little did he dream!
Thou dark, uncertain stream;
But of the fearful doom thou'dst planned.
How little did he dream!
'Twas sounding still upon his ear—
Love's fond and last adieu;
And, as each wave still bore him on,
The absent dearer grew.
Love's fond and last adieu;
And, as each wave still bore him on,
The absent dearer grew.
