Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: 0 LAY THY HAND IN MINE, DEAK! O Lay thy hand in mine, dear ! We're growing old, we're growing old; But Time hath brought no sign, dear, That hearts grow cold, that hearts grow cold. 'Tis long, long since our new love Made life divine, made life divine; But age enricheth true love, Like noble wine, like noble wine. And lay thy cheek to mine, dear, And take thy rest, and take thy rest; Mine arms around thee twine, dear, And make thy nest, and make thy nest. A many cares are pressing On this dear head, on this dear head ; But Sorrow's hands in blessing Are surely laid, are surely laid. O lean thy life on mine, dear ! 'Twill shelter thee, 'twill shelter thee. Thou wert a winsome vine, dear, On my young tree, on my young tree : And so, till boughs are leafless, And Song-birds flown, and Song-birds flown, We'll twine, then lay us, griefless, Together down, together down. SONG. Methought to bear her branches crowned With fruit, my virgin vine : Another fills her arms; around Another life they twine ! So I lost the day, And all the night I wake,— Bird-like singing sad sorrow away, Until my heart shall break. While others gleaned Life's field for gold, With Flowers I made a crown : Till, looking up alone, behold, The deepening night came down ! So I lost the day, And all the night I wake,— Bird-like singing sad sorrow away, Until my heart shall break. Poor me ! I clasped a reed, and missed My sweetest Syrinx fled ! Poor me ! my tenderest music's kist From lips of dear love dead. I have lost the day, And all the night I wake,— Bird-like singing sad sorrow away, Until my heart shall break. LOVE'S FAIRY-KING. While Titans war with social Jove, My own sweet Wife and I, We make Elysium...