POETRY.
SAINT ELIZIBETH. Saint Elisabeth, laden with bread Seeks her people sore bestead With hunger heavy and long. Home rode Louis with jeet and song: * What beareat thou, Elizabeth P Hast thou no courtier leit, Of knights art thou bereft P Nay, blush not; my a roet love; Nay, tremble sot, my dove, Unfold thy robe that I may see What thou doat bear so secretly.'
With av eewsfc shame and ohecks of red, Forth ehe showed her stores of bread. {' L:>! nought his eyes doth greet Bat rarest flowers full meet For hands and brow so sweet. ' Ah, fair Baint, ah, sweet love, Mine eyes can see the Dove Alight on thy golden head, ~ Turning thy bloom again to biead. —T. T Mun«bb
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Alexandra Herald and Central Otago Gazette, Issue 411, 31 March 1904, Page 2
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124POETRY. Alexandra Herald and Central Otago Gazette, Issue 411, 31 March 1904, Page 2
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