Bob-Thin Or the poorhouse fugitive: By W. J. Linton: Illustrated by T. Sibson-- W. B. Scott-- E. Duncan-- W. J. Linton |
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Now, like two eager lovers,
Two fair streams mingle hearts, and our full song
Is the quick panting of voluptuous life
The harvest fields among,
Beneath heaven-arched skies with blithest warblings rife:
And our sunn'd face is flush'd even as a bride's;
And many a trickling kiss in music glides,
Like molten silver bells, our features o'er—
A chorus liquefied of birds and flowers:
Such ecstasy is ours.
Yet still floats o'er our life the distant roar
Of the far mountain hymn; God whispers as of old.
Two fair streams mingle hearts, and our full song
Is the quick panting of voluptuous life
The harvest fields among,
Beneath heaven-arched skies with blithest warblings rife:
And our sunn'd face is flush'd even as a bride's;
And many a trickling kiss in music glides,
Like molten silver bells, our features o'er—
A chorus liquefied of birds and flowers:
Such ecstasy is ours.
Yet still floats o'er our life the distant roar
Of the far mountain hymn; God whispers as of old.
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