BESTOWAL. 



RONDEAU. 



SUCH as I have give I to thee; 

 No stately epic tit to be 

 Sung for the world s approving ear; 

 No lullaby, to charm a tear 

 From wistful eyes that watch for me. 



Simply a thought but sent to thee 

 In daily benedicite 



That old-time thought the best of, dear, 

 Such as I have, 



But couldst thou know how tenderly 

 This constant thought enfoldeth thee, 



The lengthening years would bring no fear, 



However far, I would seem near, 

 And might, perchance, bring thoughts to thee 

 Such as I have. 



