ROBERT CUNNINGHAME-GRAHAM

If sweetest sounds can win thine ear, These sounds I'll strive to catch ;

Thy voice I'll steal to woo thyseF, That voice that nane can match.

Then tell me how to woo thee, Love .

But if fond love thy heart can gain,

I never broke a vow; Nae maiden lays her skaith to me,

I never loved but you. For you alone I ride the ring,

For you I wear the blue ;

For you alone I strive to sing,

O tell me how to woo !

Then tell me how to woo thee, Love ;

O tell me how to woo thee ! For thy dear sake nae care I'll take Tho* ne'er another trow me.

��WILLIAM COWPER 470. To Mary Unwin

\J( ARY ! I want a lyre with other strings,

• • • Such aid from Heaven as some have feign'd they drew.

An eloquence scarce given to mortals, new And undebased by praise of meaner things ; That ere through age or woe I shed my wings, I may record thy worth with honour due, In verse as musical as thou art true, And that immortalizes whom it sings : But thou hast little need. There is a Book By seraphs writ with beams of heavenly light,

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