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And the blossom mouth and the dainty chin,
The girl I love-
A song for the girl I loved
God loved her!
A song for the eyes of faded light,
And the cheek whose red rose waned to white, And the quiet brow, with its shadow and gleam, And the dark lashes drooped in a long deep dream,
And the small hands crossed for their churchyard
And the lilies dead on her sweet dead breast.
The girl I loved-
WE LOVE BUT FEW.
Oh, yes we mean all kind words that we say
Yet doth this truth grow clearer day by day;
We love! we love! What easy words to say
Are breath of flowers and caroling of birds,
Our hearts are light; we do not weigh our words
But when the matin music all is hushed,
Doth weigh us down, and thick with dust
Then do we say less often that we love.
With pleading eyes we look to Christ above,
Their lives are bound to us by mighty bands
Nor Death himself, with his prevailing hands,
The world is wide, and many friends are dear,
Yet do these words read plainer year by year,
Thou hast diamonds and pearls of rare beauty, Thou hast all that the heart can admire; Thine eyes shine far brighter than jewelsWhat more can my darling desire?
In thine eyes, bright as stars of the evening,
With thine eyes of unquenchable splendor Hast thou kindled my heart into fire, And forced me to kneel as thy suitorWhat more can my darling desire?
From the German of HEINE.
Her lips were so near
THE RING'S MOTTO.
A lover gave the wedding ring
THE RING'S MOTTO.
The goldsmith graved
The wedding bell rang gladly out;
My hand, my heart,
"Twas she that lifted now his hand,
Lo, thou art mine,
And I am thine.
"And when death joins, we nevermore
Death has no power to part,
So up the hill and down the hill,
They shared each other's happiness,
That death's cold dart
But one sad day-she stood alone
She drew the ring from off her hand,
"O man who graved
With careful art,
"Now grave four other words for me,-
And wrought with care,
WHERE IGNORANCE IS BLISS.
Is love contagious?—I don't know;