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And if life comes with cross and care,
Unknown in years of yore,
Thy shield is the red harvest moon, suspended
So long beneath the heavens' o'erhanging eaves ; Thy steps are by the farmer's prayers attended :
Like flames upon an altar shine the sheaves ; And following thee in thy oration splendid, Thine almoner, the wind, scatters the golden leaves.
Around her feet domestic duties meet,
John Tobin. September 2.
Though Greek and Latin be the lady's boast,
They're little valued by her loving mate;
John G. Saxe.
Whene'er she speaks, my ravish'd ear
Lord Lyttelton. Whereso'er I am, below, or else above you, Whereso'er you are, my heart shall truly love you.