Maud, Locksley hall, and other poems . ones and peoples are as waifs that swing. And float or fall, in endless ebb and flow ; But who love best have best the grace to knowThat Love by right divine is deathless king, Marie Alexandrovna! IV. And Love has led thee to the stranger land, Where men are bold and strongly say their say ; -See, empire upon empire smiles to-day, As thou with thy young lover hand in hand,Alexandrovna! So now thy fuller life is in the hand at home was gracious to thy poor :Thy name was blest within the narrow door ; Here also, Marie, shall thy name be blest, Ma
Maud, Locksley hall, and other poems . ones and peoples are as waifs that swing. And float or fall, in endless ebb and flow ; But who love best have best the grace to knowThat Love by right divine is deathless king, Marie Alexandrovna! IV. And Love has led thee to the stranger land, Where men are bold and strongly say their say ; -See, empire upon empire smiles to-day, As thou with thy young lover hand in hand,Alexandrovna! So now thy fuller life is in the hand at home was gracious to thy poor :Thy name was blest within the narrow door ; Here also, Marie, shall thy name be blest, Marie Alexandrovna! Marie Alexandrovna. 323 Shall fears and jealous hatreds flame again ?Or at thy coming, Princess, everywhere,The blue heaven break, and some diviner airBreathe thro the world and change the hearts ofmen, Alexandrovna ?But hearts that change not, love that cannot cease,And peace be yours, the peace of soul in soul!And howsoever this wild world may your peoples truth and manful peace, Alfred—Alexandrovna!. The grandmother. And Willy, my eldest-born, is gone, you say, littleAnne ? Ruddy and wliite, and strong on his legs, he lookslike a man. And Willys wife has written : she never was over-wise. Never the wife for Willy: he wouldnt take myadvice. (324) The Grandmother. 325 For, Annie, you see, lier father was not the man to save,Hadnt a head to manage, and drank himself into his enough, very pretty ! but I was against it for !—but he wouldnt hear me — and Willy, you say, is gone. Willy, my beauty, my eldest-born, the flower of the flock;Never a man could fling him.: for Willy stood like a rock. Heres a leg for a babe of a week ! says doctor ; and he would be was not his like that year in twenty parishes round. Strong of his hands, and strong on his legs, but still of his tongue !I ought to have gone before him : I wonder he went so cannot cry for him, Annie : I have not long to stay ;Perhaps I shall see him
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