Saint Elizabeth.
Saint Elizabeth, laden with bread, Seek* her people sere bestead With hanger heavy and long. Home rode Lanin with jest and song; “What bearest thou, Elizabeth? Hast thou no eonilier left, Of knights are then bereft ? Nay, blnah not, my sweet love; Nay. tremble not, my dove, Untold tby robe that I may see What thou dost bear so secretly.” With sweetest shame and cheeks of red, Forth she showed her stores of bread. Lo I nanght his eyes doth greet • Bat rarest flowers (all meet For heads and brow so sweet. “Ah, fair saint, ah, sweet love. Mine eyes can see the Dove Aliflht on thy fair golden bead, Toning thy bloom again to bread.”
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Wairarapa Standard, Volume XX, Issue 2079, 10 June 1887, Page 1 (Supplement)
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118Saint Elizabeth. Wairarapa Standard, Volume XX, Issue 2079, 10 June 1887, Page 1 (Supplement)
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