. The three brides, and other poems. d, Firm, true and bold,Ill win by high endeavor;While you will be my lady Maud,And I your true lord ever. They, then, over hill and moorSoon were swiftly speeding;Ivied tower and ancient millFrom their sight receding; Away, away, Neath light of dayThe world seems fair and smiling;Speed on, with youth and hope and loveYour every care beguiling. The port is reached, their union blessedBy priest for joy or sorrow—The blue sea beckons them away—Their good ship sails tomorrow. Nor time nor fate May separateWhom God hath joined together,Through all the changing s
. The three brides, and other poems. d, Firm, true and bold,Ill win by high endeavor;While you will be my lady Maud,And I your true lord ever. They, then, over hill and moorSoon were swiftly speeding;Ivied tower and ancient millFrom their sight receding; Away, away, Neath light of dayThe world seems fair and smiling;Speed on, with youth and hope and loveYour every care beguiling. The port is reached, their union blessedBy priest for joy or sorrow—The blue sea beckons them away—Their good ship sails tomorrow. Nor time nor fate May separateWhom God hath joined together,Through all the changing scenes of life—Of fair or stormy weather. The good ship sails, on deck they standViewing with emotionTheir loved land fade, then disappear—Blent with the mists of ocean. But wind and wave They gladly braveSo they may not be parted;What to him is rank or goldIf she be broken hearted? Borne to a fair and sunny they radiant facesEver towards the setting sun-Journeying mid strange places, Until is found A spot of ground. AND OTHEB POEMS. On which to rear home *3 altar; A task, in which, with love and zeal. Its bnilders may not falter. But vanished, now, its cheerful lights—For oer the sea came tidings-Happy tidings—words of loveExpressed instead of ehidings:Our hearts are to your ownOf titled wealth, forgivenYou and your bride for loves sweet sake,For which you well have striven. THE OLD HOUSE BY THE , deserted and dreary. The house on the lone beach stands,Like the hull of a shipwrecked vessel Cast there by the shifting sands;Ancient and weather beaten. The sport of wind and of tide;The owl and the bat haunt its rafters— Oer its floor the lizards glide. Like great eyes the uncurtained windows Ever look out oer the as if for something To reveal the mysteryWhy comes not a light craft sailing, Sailing out of the gleaming be moored again by the stairway. By the inmates feet oft pressed; Leading up to the time stained doorwa
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