Fireside Thoughts Of Ann, My Former Wife: Poem by Thomas Cowherd

Wrapt of late in solemn musing
On the checkered scenes of life,
Peace was o'er my mind diffusing
As I thought of Ann, my wife.

Pure in life and conversation,
Full of smiles and modest worth,
Showing calmest resignation
When sad trials called it forth.

Sweet and softly o'er me stealing,
Like a pleasant zephyr's breath,
Came pure faith, my sore heart healing
As I thought of Ann in death.

In her prime and beauty dying,
Full of love and heavenly joy,
Safe in Christ, stern Death, defying
Nothing could her peace destroy.

Faith and fancy both combining,
Blessings to me freely given,
Keep my soul from e'er repining,
As I think of Ann in Heaven.

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