For his form so fair;Ah, could I clasp him
Soon it was set;There grows it ever,
Truth would appear in her own sweet guise,Beauteous, gentle, and close at hand.-----WHY these inquiries make,
I threw it off,--she lay within mine arm.
Ah, the change in truth is great!
IF thou wouldst live unruffled by care,Let not the past torment thee e'er;As little as possible be thou annoy'd,And let the present be ever enjoy'd;Ne'er let thy breast with hate be supplied,And to God the future confide.
Fair Susan's lamented with many a tear,--
A hundred guests sat there.He saw his sweetheart 'midst the throng,Wrapp'd up in grave-clothes white and long;
When in the garden thou walk'st,Thou then art the rose of all roses,Lily of lilies as well.
I asked her name--twas Kate, she said--"Oh lovely Kate! how kind art thou!
So, with morning pinions bright,
Of the ravens comes back;I mingle amongst them,
On the beauteous maiden's head--
Up in th' mountainI was a-sitting,With the bird thereAs my guest,Blithely singing,Blithely springing,And buildingHis nest.