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SWEET EGLANTINE.
Sweet Eglantine, whose fragrance rare
Like incense loads the evening air,
How closely do thy arms entwine
This forest oak, and like the vine,
Enrich the boughs thy weight that bear.
Like incense loads the evening air,
How closely do thy arms entwine
This forest oak, and like the vine,
Enrich the boughs thy weight that bear.
Such lowly daring I would share,
And hang upon the Strong my care;
And imitate thy instinct fine,
Sweet Eglantine.
And hang upon the Strong my care;
And imitate thy instinct fine,
Sweet Eglantine.
And there is One who loves to wear
Whatever flowers of praise and prayer
Crown this dependent life of mine;
And so I grasp His strength Divine,
Clinging like thee, as on I fare,
Sweet Eglantine.
Whatever flowers of praise and prayer
Crown this dependent life of mine;
And so I grasp His strength Divine,
Clinging like thee, as on I fare,
Sweet Eglantine.
In giving this set of Rondeaux the author thinks it may interest the general reader to know that the Rondeau is an old French form of verse, recently introduced into English literature, and consists of thirteen lines, with only two rhymes, and a refrain composed of the first four words of the poem, which is generally unrhymed.
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