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THE WOMAN IN MY ARMS, by                    
First Line: As the soft white down of the wild duck's wing
Last Line: As tribute to womanhood's worth.
Subject(s): Women; Women - Captives


As the soft white down of the wild duck's wing
Or the gossamer webs which the spiders fling
In filmy tangle beside the spring
So light are the weights of love;
And my weakling arms are as bands of steel
When my sweetheart's form in their clasp I feel,
For the gods give strength to a lover's zeal
And smile from their heights above.

For my loved one's kiss and her soft caress
Dispel every tinge of my weariness
Brought on by a day of bitterness
In the marts where the slavish toil;
And her gentle voice with its liquid strain
Seems Lethean like to each seeming pain,
And drives from my mind every trouble profane
And thought of the day's turmoil.

Here's a kiss, my love, with a silent prayer,
Which, granted, shall yield you blessings so fair
That naught with your happiness e'er shall compare
While God gives you life on earth;
My arms I'll extend to encircle your soul,
A refuge for you when storm billows roll,
My heart shall I keep for your fullest control
As tribute to womanhood's worth.





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