To J. S. B.

On seeing her December 25th, 1904, after two years' travel.     Take, fair maid, these simple lines         From my pen;     Think of strollings 'neath the pines,         Which have been -     Long and lonesome were the days         We were apart,     But may Love, now, have her sways, -         Bind heart to heart!     O'er main to isle and back to land         Have I been;     Beheld on either hand         A maiden queen:     But none with captivating charms         Like thine;     None to nestle in her arms,         Love of mine!     Charms unto thee God gave         To banish strife;     To glorify and save         One sweet life -     Take this, dear, before we part         From this bliss;     'Tis but love flowing from my heart,         Thine to kiss!