. Songs without music, rhymes and recitations. handed, But in return, gave all they had not planted firm his cross upon the granite ; One dropt his anchor deep from shifting sands;And one, a heart so large he scarce could span it. Charged with mens sorrows, bore with from the tomb of their dear Lord andMaster, Those precious gifts, amid the storm and strife,Fearing with them no shipwreck, no disaster. They brought, to sweeten and ennoble first was Faith, with large eyes ever growing More bright, the longer that they lifted second Hope, about whose
. Songs without music, rhymes and recitations. handed, But in return, gave all they had not planted firm his cross upon the granite ; One dropt his anchor deep from shifting sands;And one, a heart so large he scarce could span it. Charged with mens sorrows, bore with from the tomb of their dear Lord andMaster, Those precious gifts, amid the storm and strife,Fearing with them no shipwreck, no disaster. They brought, to sweeten and ennoble first was Faith, with large eyes ever growing More bright, the longer that they lifted second Hope, about whose feet was flowing A tide that bore bright things from far at third was Charity, the well-beloved one. Who heals all wounds with his sweet tender for the thorn, whereer he has removed one, AN APOLOGUE. 203 Lays light a roseleaf with his , Hope, and Charity. If all else perish, Grasp what we may of each, with eager is he, who those three gifts can cherish. Brought by the Pilgrims from the Holy Land !. 204 TWO MISTRESSES. O HE wore a yellow gown, with filagrees ; ^ I watched her swarthy cheek, that sudden flushedAnd sudden, ghastly deadened, with the thrustHis rapier-wit sent through her, to the lees Of her hearts blood. He strokes his beard, and twirlsHis pourpoints tassel, as he turns to speakTo a ripe heauty, with a Rubens cheek,And large white bosom, overlaid with pearls, Seated beside him on the flowery green,Who whispers in his ear some amorous through gold rivers of whose hair he lavesHis fingers, laughing at the others spleen. ??r * * -:f * In the first grey of dawn, a figure draws aside the damask of his bed . .Then to the fountain with a stealthy tread.—The fishes sickened where she washed her hands. 20S POPPIES. On one side is a field of drooping oats, Through which the poppies show their scarlet coats, So pert and useless, that they call to mind The scarlet coats that pester human kind.—Keats. TV T O
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