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I would--but deeper things then the ag
By the fees rag tog ung
THE LADY'S YES.
“Yes !” I answered you last night;
“No," this morning, sir, I say ! Colours seen by candle-light,
Will not look the same by day.
When the tabors played their best,
Lamps above and laughs belowLove me, sounded like a jest,
Fit for yes, or fit for no!
Call me false, or call me free
Vow whatever light may shine, No man on thy face shall see
Any grief for change on mine.
Yet the sin is on us both
Time to dance is not to wooWooer light makes fickle troth
Scorn of me recoils on you!
Learn to win a lady's faith
Nobly, as the thing is high; Bravely, as for life and death
With a loyal gravity.
Lead her from the festive boards,
Point her to the starry skies, Guard her, by your truthful words,
Pure from courtship's flatteries.
By your truth she shall be true
Ever true as wives of yore-
Shall be res for evermore.
“O MAIDEN, heir of kings,
A king has left his place;
All other from his face.
No longer lean adown-
The maiden wept;
They decked her courtly halls
They reined her hundred steeds They shouted at her palace gate,
“A noble Queen succeeds!”
Her praise has filled the town :
Alone she wept,
She saw no purple shine,
She only knew her childhood's flowers
And while the heralds played their part
God save thee, weeping Queen, Thou shalt be well beloved, The tyrant's sceptre cannot move
As those pure tears have moved; The nature in thine eye we see,
Which tyrants cannot own-
Whose sovereign wept,
God bless thee, weeping Queen,
And fill with better love than earth's,
That tender heart of thine;
Thou wilt not weep,
To wear that heavenly crown.
TO A DYING INFANT.
SLEEP, little baby! sleep!
Not in thy cradle bed,
But with the quiet dead.
Yes—with the quiet dead,
Baby, thy rest shall be ! Oh! many a weary wight, Weary of life and light,
Would fain lie down with thee.
Flee, little tender nursling!
Flee to thy grassy nest;
Shall fall upon thy breast.
Peace! peace! Thy little bosom
Labours with shortening breath :Peace! peace! that tremulous sigh Speaks his departure nigh!
Those are the damps of death.