. Poems: religious and miscellaneous. nd joy unknown. Methinks my little minstrel flew, A cherub, from the highest sky ;So unlamenting and so true, If twere to die I too would die—If twere to die I too would die. And soar the heavens beyond the blue;My heart should then have lost the tie That binds me, husband, unto you ! zilloras visitor. A rustic child, a girl,With golden hair tiny feet and were for rhapsodiesFit themes. To ZilloraShe as a morning blissWas wont to come. 190 FROM ZILLORA, A TALE. She brought full daintily, Though not in filigree, The fairest sisters of Th
. Poems: religious and miscellaneous. nd joy unknown. Methinks my little minstrel flew, A cherub, from the highest sky ;So unlamenting and so true, If twere to die I too would die—If twere to die I too would die. And soar the heavens beyond the blue;My heart should then have lost the tie That binds me, husband, unto you ! zilloras visitor. A rustic child, a girl,With golden hair tiny feet and were for rhapsodiesFit themes. To ZilloraShe as a morning blissWas wont to come. 190 FROM ZILLORA, A TALE. She brought full daintily, Though not in filigree, The fairest sisters of The gardened vale and grove; Intertwined with mosses From the brook-shore, and shells, Shaped like Christian crosses. For chaste minds—wherein dwells Affection for what Vice repels. From basket of shore-reeds Those treasures peeped—from weeds Embraces newly culled— To smile, and then be dulled ! And Zillora placed them, Dripping dews, in a vase, Glossed with many a gem And emblem of the race From which Vivanco sprang, to
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