Op. 20, No. 2
The Thaw

And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st it cold:
That is the wish to which I hold most dear,
To keep thee in mine arms, forever hold
That pallid hand, protect thee from all fear.
Thy cheeks shall flush from mingled cold and heat,
The glacial wind shall not assail thy face
So long as both our hearts together beat;
Though warmth may beckon us, we stay in place.
But there must come the time when winter halts,
And ceasing freezes, ushers in the sun.
O! May that sun redeem, not see our faults
And thaw us 'til all love and life is done.
What loss to live through ice that winter dealt
To find our savior hot enough to melt!