SONG—MAUDE CLARE.
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SONG.
TWO doves upon the selfsame branch,
Two lilies on a single stem,
Two butterflies upon one flower:—
Oh happy they who look on them.
Two lilies on a single stem,
Two butterflies upon one flower:—
Oh happy they who look on them.
Who look upon them hand in hand
Flushed in the rosy summer light;
Who look upon them hand in hand
And never give a thought to night
Flushed in the rosy summer light;
Who look upon them hand in hand
And never give a thought to night
MAUDE CLARE.
OUT of the church she followed them
With a lofty step and mien:
His bride was like a village maid,
Maude Clare was like a queen.
With a lofty step and mien:
His bride was like a village maid,
Maude Clare was like a queen.
"Son Thomas," his lady mother said,
With smiles, almost with tears:
"May Nell and you but live as true
As we have done for years;
With smiles, almost with tears:
"May Nell and you but live as true
As we have done for years;
"Your father thirty years ago
Had just your tale to tell;
But he was not so pale as you,
Nor I so. pale as Nell."
Had just your tale to tell;
But he was not so pale as you,
Nor I so. pale as Nell."
