The Loves of Ambrose

by Margaret Vandercook

PART ONE

HIS FIRST WIFE

"Oh! lose the winter from thine heart, the darkness from thine eyes,
And from the low hearth-chair of dreams, my Love-o'-May, arise,
And let the maidens robe thee like a white white, lilac tree.
Oh! hear the call of Spring, fair Soul,—and wilt thou come with me?"

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