POETRY
... HIS LOVE FOR ME. [i e brings me flowers from eartb's wild gleus, JAnd lilies from the far-off fena, With hare-bells blue new-born of lay, And hawtlhrtt from the bedge-row's spray. It gilds each flow'ret that I see, Ilia love for me, his love for oe I I would not change for countless gold, For all that mighty monarctb hold, For pride, ambition, glory, fame, For laurel.wreath or ?? nanme; I ...