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"Margaret is my dear and honoured wife, And I hold her so. But she can claim
From your hearts, dear ones, a loving debt
I can neither pay, nor yet forget:
"Earth spoils even Love, and here a shade
Next day was farewell—a day of tears;
Yet Sir Arthur, as he rode away,
And turned back to see his lady stand
Looked as if it were a happy day.
Ah, they loved her soon! The little one
Crept into her arms as to a nest;
Arthur always with her now; and May
—Well, I loved my own dear lady best.
TARRY Crowns of Heaven
—Nay; let Starlight fade away
Snowflakes pure and spotless,
Still, oh, still remain,
—Nay; but melt at once and bring
Blossoms, gentle blossoms,
Do not wither yet;
Still the dews are wet:—
—Nay; but fade and wither fast, Fruit must come at last!
Joy, so true and tender,
INCE I have no lands or houses, And no hoarded golden store, What can I leave those who love me When they see my face no more? Do not smile; I am not jesting,
Though my words sound gay and light, Listen to me, dearest Alice, I will make my Will to-night.
First for Mabel,—who will never
Let the dust of future years
Brighter still: perhaps with tears.
Touch, or praise, will always shine, Through a strange and sacred radiance,
By Love's Charter, wholly mine;
She will never lend to others
Slenderest link of thought I claim,
I will, therefore, to her keeping
Bertha will do truer service
To her kind than I have done, So I leave to her young spirit
The long Work I have begun. Well! the threads are tangled, broken,
And the colours do not blend, She will bend her earnest striving
Both to finish and amend: And, when it is all completed,
Strong with care and rich with skill, Just because my hands began it,
She will love it better still.
Ruth shall have my dearest token,
The one link I dread to break, The one duty that I live for,
She, when I am gone, will take. Sacred is the trust I leave her,
Needing patience, prayer, and tears;