THE TRUE LOVERS' KNOT. THE TRUE LOVE KNOT. OMESTIC Love! not in proud palace halls And many a bird to warble on the wing, When Morn her saffron robe o'er heaven and earth doth fling. O, love of loves !-to thy white hand is given Of earthly happiness the golden key! Thine are the joyous hours of winter's even, When the babes cling around their father's knee; And thine the voice that on the midnight sea |