A poem by H J Harris to M L Moores, during their courtship.

 

TO MY SWEETHEART

Beneath the wide expanse of heaven

One angel fair my heart adores,

The greatest blessing to me given,

And her sweet name is Mabel Moores.

Had I a poet’s pen I'd write

Of all her charms and wonderous grace

Or, with a seraph's tongue recite

The matchless beauty of her face.

Let others chant their songs 0f joy

And by those songs their talents prove

My perfect bliss without alloy

Is to enjoy my sweetheart’s love.

She treads not in Dame Fashion's way

Nor with the gay delights to meet,

But where she goes there love shall stay

And flowers blossom at her feet.

In life’s more lowly path she walks,

Love's pleasure that can never cloy,

And bringeth gladness as she talks

In notes of kindliness and joy.

The sky seems of a clearer blue,

The meadows wear a brighter green,

And friendships seem more dear and true

And life filled with a peace serene.

A greater hope I have in life,

And fonder thoughts my memory stores,

I am the braver for the strife

Since I have known Miss Mabel Moores.

Sweet guardian angel of my bliss

Wh0se charms pass all my power to tell,

The gift I offer her is this -

A beating heart that loves thee well.

My heart, I pray thee count as thine

And let me prize such love as yours

That makes a human heart divine,

And fills each day with golden hours.

H. J. Harris

 

(From a book of copied verse by Helena L. Moores, "Boxmoor", Atbara Road, Teddington, June. 6, 1907.)

 

 

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