And if life comes with cross and care,

Unknown in years of yore,
I know thou'lt half the burden bear,
And I am strong once more.

Gerald Massey.
So in my heart did love awake
When breathed upon by thee,

William Leggett.



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,
And fireside pleasures gambol at her feet;
His home, the spot of earth supremely blest,
A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest.

Home! you are merry ; this retired spot
Would be a palace for an owl.

John Tobin. September 2.

Though Greek and Latin be the lady's boast,

They're little valued by her loving mate;
The kind of tongue that husbands relish most
Is modern, boiled, and served upon a plate.

John G. Saxe.
And I loved her the more when I heard
Such tenderness fall from her tongue.

William Sherstone.
September 3.

Whene'er she speaks, my ravish'd ear
No other voice than hers can hear,
No other wit but hers approve !
Tell me, my heart, if this be love?

Lord Lyttelton. Whereso'er I am, below, or else above you, Whereso'er you are, my heart shall truly love you.

Thomas Sylvestre.

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