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Across the sea what lovers walk,
And what sweet things are planned and vowed;
But what to them is solid chalk
To me appears a low white cloud

So wondrous fair are Kate and Lou,
And both return my love so true,
I cannot choose between the two.
And so the rolling years go by,
Nor ever halt to question why
I cannot bring myself to woo
Sweet Kate and not love fair Lou, too.

So wondrous fair are Kate and Lou,
And both return my love so true,
I cannot choose between the two,
And so, as the swift years roll by,
Alike I'll love them till I die;
For I can't bring myself to woo
Fair Lou and not love sweet Kate, too.

So wondrous fair are Kate and Lou,

And had you loved me then, my dear,
And had you loved me there,
When still the sun was in the east
And hope was in the air,—
When all the birds sang to the dawn
And I but sang to you,—
Oh, had you loved me then, my dear,
And had you then been true!

But ah! the day wore on, my dear,
And when the noon grew hot
The drowsy birds forgot to sing,
And you and I forgot
To talk of love, or live for faith,
Or build ourselves a nest;
And now our hearts are shelterless,
Our sun is in the west.

Before the image older than the world,
Or ill or good,
By Titan hand into the desert hurled,
In the Egyptian sunset musing stood—
Long having travelled by fantastic roads
Where in deep sands the tremulous footstep sinks—
The oldest and the youngest of the gods, Saying:
“Upon my life has fallen thy shadow,
O Sphinx!”

Replied the Sphinx: “O son of Aphrodite,
Shall wisdom teach thee how the soul is won,
Or the hot sands be balsam on thy lids?
Behold approach from Thebes and Babylon,

M IRA , cease thy plaintive strains;
What though thy Bird of beauty's flown,
Still one Sister-grace remains,
Form'd to wait on thee alone;
On thee, round whom the rural choir
Undecoy'd by art attend:
Tuneful Robins hail thy fire,
And thy summer walks befriend.
Could Pythagoras persuade me,
I this tale would surely prove—
That the feather'd train who wait thee,
Once were victims of thy love.

1. O God, great Father, Lord, and King! Our children unto thee we bring;
2. Thy covenant kindness did of old Our fathers and their seed enfold;
And strong in faith, and hope, and love, We dare thy steadfast word to prove.
That ancient promise standeth sure, And shall while heaven and earth endure.

3. Look down upon us while we pray,
And visit us in grace today;
These little ones in mercy take
And make them thine for Jesus' sake.

4. While they the outward sign receive,
Wilt thou thy Holy Spirit give;

O Temple Bell of Mii!
Thy soothing sound
Now hides behind the haze
Those seven lovely views.

Many a monarch has earned thy faithful worthy allegiance,
Only the subject's will strengthens the governor's arm.
Germany, if thou canst, for thy rulers render it harder
Great as Kings to appear, easy to posture as men.

By nature form'd love to inspire,
To please the eye, the ear,
Thy charms, thy music all admire,
Who either see, or hear.

Thy face, where ev'ry beauty shines,
The careless eye may seize;
Thy sorm, where ev'ry grace combines,
The nicest taste may please.

Thy music charms the dullest ear,
Who cannot judge must feel;
And even they transported hear,
Who add to feeling skill.

Thus doubly form'd to gain our love,
In whom such graces meet;
What wants there more the heart to move,

Glide gently down thy native stream,
And swell thy snowy sail
Before fair April's morning beam,
And newly waken'd gale.

Thine onward course in safety keep,
By favouring breezes fann'd,
Along the billows of the deep
To Mersey's distant strand.

Thou bearest no such noble name
As all who read may know;
But one at least that well may claim
The blessing I bestow.

That name was given to honour me
By those with whom I dwell;
And cold indeed my heart would be
Did I not speed thee well.