ROBERT BRIDGES
He thinks of his morn of life, His hale, strong years;
And braves as he may the night Of darkness and tears.
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��846 When Death to Either shall come
rHEN Death to either shall come,- I pray it be first to me, Be happy as ever at home, If so, as I wish, it be.
Possess thy heart, my own;
And sing to the child on thy knee, Or read to thyself alone
The songs that I made for thee.
847 The Linnet
I HEARD a linnet courting His lady in the spring. His mates were idly sporting, Nor stayed to hear him sing
His song of love. I fear my speech distorting His tender love.
The phrases of his pleading
Were full of young delight; And she that gave him heeding Interpreted aright
His gay, sweet notes, So sadly marred in the reading, His tender notes.
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