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THREE STAGES OF WoMAN'S LOVE.
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THREE STAGES OF NoMANS LOVE. There is love in carly life, Which shuns parade and worldly strife, And seeks, condemned the princely dome, In humble cot, a happy home, More gorgeous than the ponp of kings, The coral and the pearl it brings, And all the glory of the skies, In living diamonds--beaming eyes, The roses bloom it yields to view, And lends its fragrance with it's hue; Tie gladdening smile. the bailnv Kiss, With looks of iondness, thoughts of hlss, Feelings that scarce know worldly leaven, And dreams of eestaey and heaven, Lite's dull anxieties above; Such. such is woman's early love There is love of elder growth, Less dazzling than the love of youth, Where gentle looks and anxious care Aspire the husband toi to share; Which seeks its Solace and employ, Providing for her children, joy; Which owns no happiness complete, -Till they are healthy, clean and neal; Which strives to spare the humble store, And make that little something more; Love, which, the frugal table spread, \ blessing brcathcs on daily bread; Which, scorning iinery and pride, Exults in comforts seii-denled; And teaches man 'tis vain 10 roam For pleasure to compare with home: This calms as that the heart could move; And th:s is woman's noon-day love. There is love in later stage, N hen pain and sickness grow on age; N hen he, so active once, and gay, Perceives approach his closing day N hen falling strength and tottering limb, And sunken cheek, and eye grown dim, And faltering voice and visage wan, Have to spectre changed the man; Then, love, by the fond wife possessed, Too vast, too grand, to be expressed, Delights assiduously to ply, And soothes with tender sympathy; Consoles the mourncr for the past, And iondly soothes him to the last. This love, in hours the most iorlorn, Surpasses that of youths bright morn; Different from that which marked lite's prim Though moi so brilliant, more sublime; This love. from Heaven derived its birth, Confcsses no alloy of earth; II lifts the sufferer from his wo, Above the care of things below, And points to brighter scenes above And this Is woman's final love.

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