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Bayard Taylor

Jan. 11, 1825 - Dec 19, 1878


Before The Bridal

by Bayard Taylor

Now the night is overpast,
And the mist is cleared away:
On my barren life at last
Breaks the bnght, reluctant day.

Day of payment for the wrong
I was doomed so long to bear;
Day of promise, day of song,
Day that makes the future fair!

Let me wake to bliss alone:
Let me bury every fear:
What I prayed for, is my own;
What was distant, now is near.

For the happy hour that waits
No reproachful shade shall bring,
And I hear forgiving Fates
In the happy bells that ring.

Leave the song that now is mute,
For the sweeter song begun:
Leave the blossom for the fruit,
And the rainbow for the sun!


The Poet's Journal
Copyright 1863
Ticknor and Fields, Boston