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Nor wistful those gay scenes recall,
Where thou wast fairest of the fair ? And when at last thy love shall die,
25 Wilt thou receive his parting breath ? Wilt thou repress each struggling sigh,
And cheer with smiles the bed of death ? And wilt thou o'er his breathless clay
Strew flowers, and drop the tender tear, Nor then regret those scenes so gay, Where thou wast fairest of the fair ?
THE BATTLE OF BLENHEIM.
It was a summer evening,
Old Kaspar's work was done,
Was sitting in the sun,
Roll something large and round,
In playing there had found;
Who stood expectant by;
And with a natural sigh,
“I find them in the garden,
For there's many here about; And often when I go to plough,
The ploughshare turns them out ! For many a thousand men,” said he, “ Were slain in that great victory." “ Now tell us what 't was all about,"
Young Peterkin, he cries; And little Wilhelmine looks up
With wonder-waiting eyes; 6 Now tell us all about the war, And what they fought each other for." “ It was the English,” Kaspar cried,
“Who put the French to rout; But what they fought each other for,
I could not well make out; But every body said," quoth he, “ That 't was a famous victory.
“My father lived at Blenheim then,
Yon little stream hard by;
And he was forced to fly;
“ With fire and sword the country round
Was wasted far and wide,
And new-born baby died ;
238 THEY SIN WHO TELL US LOVE CAN DIE.
They say it was a shocking sight
After the field was won;
thousand bodies here
And our good Prince Eugene”
Said little Wilhelmine.
60 “ And everybody praised the Duke
Who this great fight did win.”
Quoth little Peterkin.
65 “But 't was a famous victory."
THEY SIN WHO TELL US LOVE CAN DIE.
THEY sin who tell us Love can die.
All others are but vanity.
But Love is indestructible.
It here is tried and purified,
15 But the harvest time of Love is there. 0! when a Mother meets on high
The Babe she lost in infancy, Hath she not then, for pains and fears, The day of woe, the watchful night,
20 For all her sorrow, all her tears, An over-payment of delight?
THE WELL OF ST. KEYNE.
A WELL there is in the west country,
And a clearer one never was seen ;
But has heard of the Well of St. Keyne.
And behind doth an ash-tree grow,
Droops to the water below.
10 For from cock-crow he had been travelling,
And there was not a cloud in the sky.
For thirsty and hot was he,
And he sat down upon the bank
15 Under the willow-tree. There came a man from the house hard by
At the Well to fill his pail;
20 “Now art thou a bachelor, Stranger ?” quoth he,
“For an if thou hast a wife, The happiest draught thou hast drunk this day
That ever thou didst in thy life. “Or has thy good woman, if one thou hast, 25
Ever here in Cornwall been ?
She has drunk of the Well of St. Keyne."
30 “But that my draught should be better for that,
I pray you answer me why ?” “St. Keyne," quoth the Cornish-man, "many a time
Drank of this crystal Well,
35 She laid on the water a spell. “ If the Husband of this gifted Well,
Shall drink before his Wife, A happy man thenceforth is he,
For he shall be Master for life :
God help the Husband then !"
And drank of the water again,