The Poetical Works of George Barlow In Ten [Eleven] Volumes |
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TO ------ AND P. B. M.
To thee, fair love of mine, I used to read my verses.
But now of all Time's blows by far the bitterest curse is
That thou art far away.
But still God sends a friend. Thanks past all thanks I owe him,
Who has given his kindly heed to many a song and poem
By many a night and day.
But now of all Time's blows by far the bitterest curse is
That thou art far away.
But still God sends a friend. Thanks past all thanks I owe him,
Who has given his kindly heed to many a song and poem
By many a night and day.
Love, thou didst wear a crown of many-coloured flowers:
But he has gathered bays from the immortal bowers
Where song's god reigns supreme.
I thank God from my heart that I have had two hearers:
If these, and these alone, for joy's and sorrow's sharers,
My life, though dreary, is not all a dream.
But he has gathered bays from the immortal bowers
Where song's god reigns supreme.
I thank God from my heart that I have had two hearers:
If these, and these alone, for joy's and sorrow's sharers,
My life, though dreary, is not all a dream.
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