THIRD EDITION.

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LADY BOWEN.

'FOR OLD SAKE'S SAKE.'

For old sake's sake!' 'Twere hard to choose

Words fitter for an old-world Muse

Than these, that in their cadence bring

Faint fragrance of the posy-ring,

And charms that rustic lovers use.

Life's journey lengthens, and we lose
The first pale flush, the morning hues,-
Ah! but the back-look, lingering,

For old sake's sake!

That we retain. Though Time refuse
To lift the veil on forward views,
Despot in most, he is not King

Of those kind memories that cling
Around his travelled avenues

For old sake's sake!