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LADY DUFFERIN They say there's bread and work for all, &emsp;And the sun shines always there&mdash; But I'll not forget old Ireland, &emsp;Were it fifty times as fair!

And often in those grand old woods &emsp;I'll sit, and shut my eyes, And my heart will travel back again &emsp;To the place where Mary lies; And I'll think I see the little stile &emsp;Where we sat side by side: And the springin' corn, and the bright May morn, &emsp;When first you were my bride.

CAROLINE ELIZABETH SARAH NORTON 1808–1876

&emsp; DO not love thee!—no! I do not love thee! And yet when thou art absent I am sad; &emsp;And envy even the bright blue sky above thee, Whose quiet stars may see thee and be glad.

&emsp;I do not love thee!—yet, I know not why, Whatever thou dost seems still well done, to me: &emsp;And often in my solitude I sigh That those I do love are not more like thee!

&emsp;I do not love thee!—yet, when thou art gone, I hate the sound (though those who speak be dear) &emsp;Which breaks the lingering echo of the tone Thy voice of music leaves upon my ear. 807