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Hamilton Fish Armstrong, ed.  The Book of New York Verse.  1917.
Their Wedding Journey—1834
By H. C. Bunner
    When the Coach rolled off
  From dear old Battery Place
I hid my face within my hands—
  That is, I hid my face.
Tom says (he’s leaning over me!)        5
  ’Twas on his shoulder, too;
But, oh, I pray you will believe
  I wept to part from You.
And when we rattled up Broadway
  I wept to leave the Scene        10
Familiar to my happy Youth
  (I did love Bowling Green).
I wept at Slidell’s Chandlery
  To see the smoak arise—
’Twas only at the City Hall        15
  Tom bade me wipe my Eyes.
By Mr. Niblo’s Garden, where
  You would not let me go,
We went, and travell’d up the Hill—
  So fast, and yet so slow!        20
And so we left behind the Town
  And ere the Sun had set
We reached the Inn at Tubby Hook—
  We have not left it yet!
I know that we are very Wrong—        25
  Dear Mother, pray forgive!
From Sun to Sun ’tis all so sweet—
  It seems so sweet to Live!
I know the things we meant to do,
  The road we vowed to go,        30
But Tom and I are here, and—oh,
  Dear Mother, do you know?
We have not gone to Uncle John’s,
  Though Yonkers is so near—
We never shall see Cousin Van        35
  At Tarrytown, I fear.
Our Peekskill friends, the Fishkill folk,
  And all the waiting rest—
Tom bids me tell you they may wait—
  (He says they may be Blest).        40
I know ’tis ill to linger here
  Hid in this woodland Inn,
When all along Queen Anne’s broad road
  Await our Friends and Kin;
But, Dear Mama (when I was small        45
  You let me call you so),
’T is such Felicity and Joy
  With Him, Here! Do you know?

P. S.—Tom sends his love.
    Please write, “I know.”

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