IS THE GOOD BAYS OF OLD.
I oanaot tilt at tournament, To win a. trophy meet; Nor earn Hie victor's laurel wreath", To lay it o t thy feet ; Nor mine, alas! the poet's crown, Nor wealth of gems anil gold, But I love as knight loved ladye fairs In the good days of old. The trophy sword might bear a stains The laurel wreath would fade, J3ut love like mine shall live for ayfy In. sunshine and in shade. l?or time and for eternity Such. love shall ne'er grow cold; 'Twaa thus the kmghfc loved ladye faiiQ
In the good days of old. G-lpry and fame are passing breath, Wealth may take wings and flee; A jaithful heart — love's choicest gift—* Is mine to offer thee. Loving thee best I'll oling to thee. Till every pulse grows cold; *Twas thus the knight loved ladye fairs' In the good days of old. Eosii Ellen Eastoh*
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Otago Witness, Issue 2308, 26 May 1898, Page 41
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159IS THE GOOD BAYS OF OLD. Otago Witness, Issue 2308, 26 May 1898, Page 41
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