English poem
And now to you he brings
by John Reade (1826–)
And now to you he brings A treasure to keep and love, From the north-land home of the old sea kings,— A beautiful Danish Dove! I heard proud Ocean’s waves, England’s and Denmark’s slaves, Tell it in all the caves That peep through the wall of your Island-garden! Then welcome her sweetly, Roses, She shall nestle among you soon, And shall be to the loved of him whom you loved In sorrow a priceless boon!
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