The poets and poetry of America : to the middle of the nineteenth century . oer;Preserve the seeds we sow in winter timeFrom burrowing moles, and blight, and icy rime;And in their season cause the shoots to rise,And make the dainty buds unseal their eyes—And we will pluck the finest, and entwineChaplets, and lay them on thy rural shrine,And sing our choral hymns, melodious, sweet, And dance with nimble feet,And worship thee, as now, serenely gay,The goddess of the flowers and queen of May! All hail, thou queen of May! THE TWO BRIDES. I saw two maids at the kirk, And both were fair and sweet;On
The poets and poetry of America : to the middle of the nineteenth century . oer;Preserve the seeds we sow in winter timeFrom burrowing moles, and blight, and icy rime;And in their season cause the shoots to rise,And make the dainty buds unseal their eyes—And we will pluck the finest, and entwineChaplets, and lay them on thy rural shrine,And sing our choral hymns, melodious, sweet, And dance with nimble feet,And worship thee, as now, serenely gay,The goddess of the flowers and queen of May! All hail, thou queen of May! THE TWO BRIDES. I saw two maids at the kirk, And both were fair and sweet;One was in her bridal robe, One in her choisters sang the hymn, The sacred rites were read—And one for life to Life, And one to Death, was wed!They went to their bridal beds In loveliness and bloom :One in a merry castle, One in a solemn to the world of sleep, Lockd in the arms of Love;And one in the arms of Death Passd to the heavens to the morrow woke, In a world of sin and pain;But the other was happier far, And never woke again!.
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