Enough. You came to womanhood. Your heart Pure as the leaf of the consummate bud, That's new unfolded by the smiling sun, And ne'er knew blight nor canker! When a good woman Is fitly mated, she grows doubly good, How good soe'er before! I found the man I thought a match for thee; and, soon as found, Julia. You did! You did! Walter. Nay, check thy tears! Let judgment now, I found thee-what? I'll not describe the thing GERALD MASSEY. OUR WEE WHITE ROSE. ALL in our marriage garden Grew, smiling up to God, A bonnier flower than ever Suckt the green warmth of the sod; O beautiful unfathomably Its little life unfurled; And crown of all things was our wee From out a balmy bosom, Our bud of beauty grew: With mystical faint fragrance Where winged hopes might build! Upon the petals of our wee White Rose of all the world. But, evermore the halo Of Angel-light increased, Our darling bud up-curled, And dropt i' the grave-God's lap-our wee White Rose of all the world. Our Rose was but in blossom; With holy dews impearled!" And in their hands they bore our wee White Rose of all the world. You scarce could think so small a thing THAT MERRY, MERRY MAY. AH! 'tis like a tale of olden Time, long, long ago; When the world was in its golden Prime, and Love was lord below! When I met you, love of mine! |