THE DAWN OF LOVE. (From the "Shepherd's Garland.")
The dew-drop that at first of day Hangs on the violet flower, Although it shimmereth in the ray, And trembleth at the zephyr's power, Shows not so fair and pleasantly As love that bursts from beauty's eye. The little bird that clear doth sing In shelter of green trees, When flowrets sweet begin to spring In dew-bespangled mees, Is not so pleasant to mine ear As love that scantly speaks for fear. The rose when first it doth prepare Its ruddy leaves to spread, And kissed by the cold night air Hangs down its coyen head, Is not so fair as love that speaks In unbid blush on beauty's cheeks. The pains of war when streams of blood Are smoking on the ground, When foemen brim of lustihood,* All mixed in death are found, Yea, death itself is lighter borne Than cruel beauty'a smiling acorn !
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Daily Southern Cross, Volume 2, Issue 69, 10 August 1844, Page 4
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153THE DAWN OF LOVE. (From the "Shepherd's Garland.") Daily Southern Cross, Volume 2, Issue 69, 10 August 1844, Page 4
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