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A CHANGE OF OPINION.
Beloved! it is a gracious thing to know
Thyself beloved! and more than all below
That love should cherished be; but ah, not so!
For a true woman, loving while she lives,
Loves not the love she takes, but that she gives!
Thyself beloved! and more than all below
That love should cherished be; but ah, not so!
For a true woman, loving while she lives,
Loves not the love she takes, but that she gives!
A CHANGE OF OPINION.
MOTHER.
Bessie, 'tis time the brindled cow was milked!
The shadows of the hill
Are falling down so fast they hide away
The roof of Walton's mill,—
Go, Bessie, ere the gloom of weeping night
Comes with its wings of ill.
The shadows of the hill
Are falling down so fast they hide away
The roof of Walton's mill,—
Go, Bessie, ere the gloom of weeping night
Comes with its wings of ill.
DAUGHTER.
But, mother dear, Will Kendall said, yestreen,
To-day they'd reap the grain,
And he'd come over at the set of sun
To help me glean the plain.
Please, mother, can't the brindle heifer wait
Till I come back again?
To-day they'd reap the grain,
And he'd come over at the set of sun
To help me glean the plain.
Please, mother, can't the brindle heifer wait
Till I come back again?
MOTHER.
No, Bessie, I'll not have you tramping out
With Will, this chilly night!
Why, child, the very air bears on its wings
A dreadful fever-blight!
With Will, this chilly night!
Why, child, the very air bears on its wings
A dreadful fever-blight!
