A Selection of Original Songs, Scraps, Etc., by Ned Farmer/Wife of my Bosom
Wife of my Bosom.
Wife of my bosom! my soul's dearest treasure!
Star of my dwelling place, listen to me;
Know that when absent, my only true pleasure
Is thinking, dear Mary, of home and of thee!
And when in his fury the storm king was riding
The wild waves, that foam'd as he hurried them on,
And the thunder, awoke in his anger, was chiding,
And all light, save the vivid forked lightning was gone.
When despair laid his hand on the heart of the boldest,
Stern misery whisper'd her tale in each ear;
When hope scarcely spoke, and in tones of the coldest,
And each one on board was the vassal of fear.
I had, in that hour of dark peril, a feeling,
Which never forsakes me, where'er I may be,
The glow of affection around my heart stealing,
Which told, my dear Mary, of Home and of Thee!