The garden of love; flowers gathered from the poets . intense and pure. As when amidst the rites divine I took thy troth, and plighted mine. To thee, sweet girl, my second ring, A token and a pledge I bring; With this I wed, till death us part. Thy riper virtues to my heart; Those virtues which, before untried, The wife has added to the bride— Those virtues whose progressive claim, Endearing wedlocks very name.My soul enjoys, my song approves,For conscience sake as well as loves. For why ? They teach me hour by hourHonours high thought, affections power.Discretions deed, sound judgments senten
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The garden of love; flowers gathered from the poets . intense and pure. As when amidst the rites divine I took thy troth, and plighted mine. To thee, sweet girl, my second ring, A token and a pledge I bring; With this I wed, till death us part. Thy riper virtues to my heart; Those virtues which, before untried, The wife has added to the bride— Those virtues whose progressive claim, Endearing wedlocks very name.My soul enjoys, my song approves, For conscience sake as well as loves. For why ? They teach me hour by hourHonours high thought, affections power.Discretions deed, sound judgments sentence, And teach me all things—but repentance. Samuel Bishop. 272 CXCVII. Home J^ J^ J^ Jt, npWO birds within one nest ;^ Two hearts within one breast;Two spirits in one fair, Firm league of love and prayer, Together bound for aye, together blest. An ear that waits to catch A hand upon the latch ; A step that hastens its sweet rest to win, A world of care without, A world of strife shut out, A world of love shut in. Dora GrecnwelL 27S N -y / WIJXT^T^. 275 XIX T^HEREFORE, Sir Launcelot, I require thee, -^ and beseech thee heartily, for all the lovethat ever was between us, that thou never lookupon mc more in the visage : and furthermore Icommand thee, on Gods behalf, right straightlythat thou forsake my company. . For as wellas I have loved thee, Sir Launcelot, now my heartwill not serve me to see thee. Sir Thomas Malory, Morle dArthur.