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Book, page 11 / 116 With stiffen'd cordage, sails decay'd, And crew that care for calm and shock Alike, too dull to be dismay'd, Yet, if I come where ladies are, How sad soever I was before, Then is my sadness banish'd far, And I am like that ship no more; Or like that ship if the ice-field splits, Burst by the sudden polar Spring, And all thank God with their warming wits, And kiss each other and dance and sing, And hoist fresh sails, that make the breeze Blow them along the liquid sea, Out of the North, where life did freeze, Into the haven where they would be. III.--Love and Duty. Anne lived so truly from above, She was so gentle and so good, That duty bade me fall in love, And 'but for that,' thought I, 'I should!' I worshipp'd Kate with all my will, In idle moods you seem to see A noble spirit in a hill, A human touch about a tree. IV.--A Distinction. The lack of lovely pride, in her Who strives to please, my pleasure numbs, And still the maid I most prefer Whose care to please with pleasing comes. MARY AND MILDRED. 1 One morning, after Church, I walk'd Alone with Mary on the lawn,
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