. Poetry for children . XXXIV THE lady Blanche, regardless of all her lovers fears,To the Ursuline convent hastens, and long the abbess hears. O Blanche, my child, repent ye of the courtly life ye looked on a rosebud, and little seemd to looked on the rosebud, she looked round and thoughtOn all her heart had whisperd, and all the Nun had taught. I am worshipped by lovers, and brightly shines my fame,All Christendom resoundeth the noble Blanches name. 119 120 POETRY FOR CHILDREN Nor shall I quickly wither like the rosebud from the tree,My queen-like graces shining when my

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. Poetry for children . XXXIV THE lady Blanche, regardless of all her lovers fears,To the Ursuline convent hastens, and long the abbess hears. O Blanche, my child, repent ye of the courtly life ye looked on a rosebud, and little seemd to looked on the rosebud, she looked round and thoughtOn all her heart had whisperd, and all the Nun had taught. I am worshipped by lovers, and brightly shines my fame,All Christendom resoundeth the noble Blanches name. 119 120 POETRY FOR CHILDREN Nor shall I quickly wither like the rosebud from the tree,My queen-like graces shining when my beautys gone from when the sculptured marble is raised oer my head,And the matchless Blanche lies lifeless among the noble dead, This saintly lady abbess hath made me justly fearIt nothing will avail me that I was worshippd LINES ON THE SAME PICTURE BEING REMOVED TO MAKE PLACE FOR A PORTRAIT OF A LADY BY TITIAN

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