Oh, may it bring you rare delight!
May it, as summers come and go,
Yet dearer to your true heart grow.
What tho it binds your life to mine___
Is not Love's vassalage divine?
From its sweet bondage who 'd be free?
E'en Freedom courts such slavery!
__Frederick J. Atwood .
Kansas Rhymes and Other Lyrics
Frederick J. Atwood
(Topeka, Kan.: Crane & Company. 1902)