Golden Bars

Isis Town and Country - - Opinion - By NANCE BUR­NETT

Your gen­tle voice and lov­ing glance And all-ador­ing pride that shows The world you love, true love, that goes For­ever on: could I but dance. You bear with all my moods per­verse. They rarely ruf­fle you though I So swiftly change from smile to sigh. Your choice of wife could not be worse. No-one is more amazed than I That you should think me fine and rare -A scat­ter­brain with mind of hare -Oh lucky me. I sit and sigh. Your love has all about me wrought A cage of golden bars but I, Un­like the cap­tive birds that cry, Have never once for free­dom sought.

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