ORIGINAL VERSE.
LOVE
Love is the crown'd king of all delights That God hath given mortal man to know ; A magic that doth make fair nature glow With holier bea-ity : nor can poet show All its mad rapture of bright days and nights, And tender thoughts, and fearless day-dream flights. To those who love, all olden things are new, And now reveal a world of harmony — The flow'rs assume a softer, fairer, hue, And O ! most sweetly murmer wind and sea ; The fields seem greener, skies of purer blue, And joys fall round their path like drops of dew. O ! if such human love, what then must be That love which lives throughout Eternity ?
EPIGRAM.
Ants, when they sting, annoy us most Of all the vermin species ; But more annoying still they are, And fiercer do they sting by far, When they've got— pretty nieces.
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Observer, Volume 3, Issue 53, 17 September 1881, Page 13
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145ORIGINAL VERSE. Observer, Volume 3, Issue 53, 17 September 1881, Page 13
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