THE GOLD THAT WEARS.

Otago Witness, Issue 1499, 7 August 1880, Page 25

THE GOLD THAT WEARS.

We parted one eve at the garden gate When the dew was on the heather, And I promised my love to come back to her Ere the pleasant Autumn weatherThat we twain might wed When the leaves were red, And lire and love together. She cut me a tress from her nut-brown hair As I kissed her lips of cherry, And gave her a ring of the old-time gold, With a stone like the mountain berry — As clear and blue As her eyes were trueSweet eyes, so bright and merry ! " The wealth of my love is all I have To give you," she said, in turning ; " The gold that wears—like the radiant stars In yonder blue vault burning!" And I took the trust, As a mortal must, Whose soul for love is yearning. Fate kept us apart for many years, And the blue sea rolled between us ; Though I kissed each day the nut-brown trees, And made fresh vows to VenusTill I sought my bride, And Fate defied, That had failed from love to wean us. I found my love at the garden gate When the dew was on the heather, And we twain were wed at the little kirk In the pleasant Autumn weather, And the gold that wears Now soothes my cares, As we live and love together.