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Poem August 31, 1862

Sunday Dispatch

New York, New York County, New York

What is this article about?

A romantic poem celebrating the joy and purity of two hearts united in mutual love, finding bliss in nature and divine sanction, free from worldly woes.

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[Written for the Sunday Dispatch.]

TWO LOVING HEARTS:

BY WILLIAM J. M'OLUDE.

How bright the hour when mutual love
Two hearts in sympathy combine
'Tis then that dear emotions move
The lips to utter "I'll be thine."
Reclining 'neath the brook-side tree
They breathe in confidence their cares;
All shades of evil quickly flee,
And rosy happiness is theirs.

Two loving hearts! oh joyous twain,
With youthful gayety possessed,
No thoughts of worldly woe or pain
Arouse the mind or chain the breast;
The truthful smile, the fond embrace,
Wake naught but joys of purest mould;
And manly strength and maiden grace
A spirit unison enfold.

There is a gleam from heaven thrown,
To sanctify the hour of Love.
Earth's blasts may come with tortured moan,
'Tis yet a grant from God above.
Contentment doth sweet hours decree
And darkness from the sphere departs,
Where live in hallowed unity
Two trusting, truthful loving hearts.

O, gladsome is the glowing hour
When lovers meet beneath the shade.
To ramble through each blooming bower
Amid the temples God has made.
Two loving hearts! how blest they are.
E'en in a gloom-wrapt world like this,
As mutual fondness they unbar.
Enshrined in hopes of future bliss.

What sub-type of article is it?

Ode Pastoral

What themes does it cover?

Love Courtship Nature Seasons

What keywords are associated?

Mutual Love Loving Hearts Romantic Sympathy Nature Bliss Divine Love Youthful Joy

What entities or persons were involved?

By William J. M'olude.

Poem Details

Title

Two Loving Hearts

Author

By William J. M'olude.

Key Lines

How Bright The Hour When Mutual Love Two Hearts In Sympathy Combine 'Tis Then That Dear Emotions Move The Lips To Utter "I'll Be Thine." Two Loving Hearts! Oh Joyous Twain, With Youthful Gayety Possessed, No Thoughts Of Worldly Woe Or Pain Arouse The Mind Or Chain The Breast; There Is A Gleam From Heaven Thrown, To Sanctify The Hour Of Love. Earth's Blasts May Come With Tortured Moan, 'Tis Yet A Grant From God Above. O, Gladsome Is The Glowing Hour When Lovers Meet Beneath The Shade. To Ramble Through Each Blooming Bower Amid The Temples God Has Made.

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