Ballade . of . Love's . Land .
Dearest, 'tis a pleasant part We are playing, in the glow Of the tiny rays that dart All this verdant boskage thro. Musical your love words flow, Matching] all we heai and see, Hence are banished Grief and Woe, Dwellers in Love's Land are we.
Oh, the sweetness of the smart Caused by bolt from Cupid's bow. We have each a wounded heart, Would we heal it ? No, ah no ! Happily the moments go Iv this realm of Faery, Elves our paths with roses strow, Dwellers in Love's Land are we.
Lingeinng here, we need not start At the thought of any foe ; Troubles of the camp and mart Ne'er will bother us, I trow. Happier still our days will grow, Far will all black shadows flee ; Let us kiss again, Sweet, so ! Dwellers in Love's Land are we. * * * * Envoy. World, with all your pomp and show, From your power behold us free ; We despise your kingdom, lo ! Dwellers in Love's Land are we.
MALCOMSON IJOULT,
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New Zealand Illustrated Magazine, Volume III, 1 October 1900, Page 60
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170Ballade . of. Love's . Land . New Zealand Illustrated Magazine, Volume III, 1 October 1900, Page 60
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