The Legend of St. Loy With Other Poems. By John Abraham Heraud |
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“Kill thee! what blast the fragrant root,“Ere tasted the delicious fruit?
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“That vainly thy Husband should fall as he fell!
“Not so did my fathers — the sons of the wave —
“From Scandinia's stern Desart—the nurse of the brave—
“With a conqueror's hand when they seized on the gold,
“And the shrines of the vanquished, that could not impart
“To their owners the spirit of Victory bold,
“The spirit of Valor! the life of the heart!
“They took from the Virgin the bloom of her flower,
“Grew rich on its sweetness, and prized her the hour —
“Then I grant that they left her to fade or to flourish;
“To fall by the sword, or her shame sadly nourish.
“But be joyful, my fair! — between their fate and thine
“The distinction is wide — only less than divine,
“Thou shalt be my queen — in my love aye delight,
“The balm of my toil, and the joy of my night.
“For ever and ever my heart thou shalt share,
“Secure of my faith, and exempted from care —
“The Lord thou lamentest so much could not love;
“I but freed thee from him to exalt thee above —
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