I give from depths that overflow,
Regardless that their power to bless
Thy spirit cannot sound or know. 20
Far lingering on a distant dawn
My triumph shines, more sweet than late;
When from these mortal mists withdrawn,
Thy heart shall know me—I can wait.
Rose Terry.
CCLXXII
THE PRINCE OF ORANGE IN 1672.
If the base violence of wicked men