THE TRUE LOVERS' KNOT. D THE TRUE LOVE KNOT. OMESTIC Love! not in proud palace halls Thy dwelling is in lowly cottage walls, That in the thickets of the woodbine hide; And many a bird to warble on the wing, When Morn her saffron robe o'er heaven and earth doth fling. O, love of loves!-to thy white hand is given Of earthly happiness the golden key! Thine are the joyous hours of winter's even, When the babes cling around their father's knee; And thine the voice that on the midnight sea |