The Two Cousins


    Valour and Innocence
    Have latterly gone hence
    To certain death by certain shame attended.
    Envy, ah! even to tears!,
    The fortune of their years
    Which, though so few, yet so divinely ended.

    Scarce had they lifted up
    Life’s full and fiery cup,
    Than they had set it down untouched before them.
    Before their day arose
    They beckoned it to close,
    Close in destruction and confusion o’er them.

    They did not stay to ask
    What prize should crown their task,
    Well sure that prize was such as no man strives for;
    But passed into eclipse,
    Her kiss upon their lips,
    Even Belphoebe’s, whom they gave their lives for!


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