If, blindly groping, he shall oft mistake, Thinking them stars, and the one voice forsake Of Wisdom for the notes Which mocking Beauty utters here and there, Thou surely wilt forgive him, and forbear! Oh love us, for we love thee, Maker - God! Where by our graves we stand, And pray to touch, fearless of scorn or blame, Thy garment's hem, which Truth and Good we name. "The boldest and bravest here, Who knew nor guilt nor guile, Who knew not shadow of fear Till he followed that beckoning smile. "Now would you find your Fair, "Along by the winding path That leads by the old sea-wall: The wind blows wild with wrath, And one could easily fall "From over the rampart there, THE LOVE-KNOT TYING her bonnet under her chin, They were strolling together up the hill, Where the wind comes blowing merry and chill; And it blew the curls, a frolicsome race, Under her beautiful dimpled chin. And it blew a color, bright as the bloom Of the pinkest fuchsia's tossing plume, All over the cheeks of the prettiest girl That ever imprisoned a romping curl, Or, tying her bonnet under her chin, Tied a young man's heart within. Steeper and steeper grew the hill; The western wind blew down, and played O western wind, do you think it was fair To play such tricks with her floating hair? To gladly, gleefully do your best To blow her against the young man's breast, Where he as gladly folded her in, And kissed her mouth and her dimpled chin? Ah! Ellery Vane, you little thought, RIDING DOWN Oн, did you see him riding down, Oh, did you hear those bells ring out, And did you see the waving flags, Baptized with battle's deadly dew? And did you hear the drums' And did you see me waiting there, And did you see him smiling down, My face uplifted red and white, |