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    810 THE BOOT OF LOVE ,

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    BV.-THE HOOT OF LOVE.

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    O Unto a goodly tree,-— A rose-tree—in t...

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    4 Hol I, Edmond Cross , Conceive A Monk ...

    me . It was borne in upon my mind that he knew that : I was there ,: though he only spoke and : lamented to himself . At length he cast

    a peel wand over his shoulder , and throwing a look back upon me ; made me follow him . That look assured me of what I was

    _convinced of even . before—it was the Spirit Lady ' s child ! He had her very eyes . The child did not speak until we got to a very lonely

    spot in the depth of the woods , then he stopped , and said : " Father Edmondwhy did you not seek me before ? Your heart is sad

    within you , , and no wonder . It would have been better had you sought mesought me long- ago . But that is past . Fare you well !"

    , And with a solemn and sweet smile , the child vanished , leaving' mein that lonely little clearing in the woodsgazing on a small sheet

    , of water therey into which the new , cold moon , which had just _,

    risen , was shining clearly .

    810 The Boot Of Love ,

    810 THE BOOT OF _LOVE ,

    Bv.-The Hoot Of Love.

    _BV .-THE HOOT OF LOVE .

    O Unto A Goodly Tree,-— A Rose-Tree—In T...

    O Unto a goodly tree ,- — A rose-tree—in the garden of ray heart ,

    Grew up ray love for thee ! Truth for its spreading root

    , That drew the sweetest virtue of the soil Up to the freshest shoot .

    Fresh shoots , that grew and grew Unto brave branches upon every side ;

    Affections old and new . A straight and stately stem

    Stood upright in the midst , so justice due Kuled in the midst of them .

    My tree was richly clad ; All generous thoughts and fancies burst the bud ,,.

    And every leaf was glad . Then last of allthe flower

    The perfect flower of love , , herself , proclaimed , And ruled from hour to hour .

    There came a thunder rain , But for each full blown bloom it scattered down ,

    Fresh buds it opened twain . There came a wind that reft

    Both leaf and flower , and broke both branch and stem _¦;*'

    Only the root was leffc _.

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  • English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), Jan. 1, 1863, page 310, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01011863/page/22/