LOVE AT THE GATE.
L6v« 69.m6 a. keggai? to lieu gate. The night waß drear the hour iraa late And through the gloom she heard his moan Where at the gate he stood alone.
His rounded form in rags was clad, His weeping eyes were wan and sad ; But hid beneath his garb of woe He bore his arrows and his bow.
She wopt to see the beggar weep. She bade him on her bosom sleep, His wretched plight allayed her fears, She kissed and bathed him with her tears,
The merry eyes began to glow, The rosy hand essayed the bow, The rough disguise was cast aside, And laughing, Love for mercy cried,
Love came a beggar to her gate, ; More wisely than with pomp and state, For who hath woman's pity won May count love's siege and battle won.
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Mataura Ensign, Volume VI, Issue 284, 24 August 1883, Page 6
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141LOVE AT THE GATE. Mataura Ensign, Volume VI, Issue 284, 24 August 1883, Page 6
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