  WE will go, he said, far, far away, And a world make of our own. A kingdom, such as never before On land or sea, has been known. She smiled into his eyes,—and oh! the look Of perfect trust she gave As he gathered her close, vowing the while Allegiance unto the grave. Well, they went away and made their world As others had done before, For the time being love blinding them To the confine of its shore. They were all-in-all to each other, alone, And it mattered not a whit, That, in the scheme of things outside the pale, They were not permitted to fit. Defiance they flung in the face of dissent! Life,—was it not their right To live it as they wanted to? And they would, all warning despite. Why burden the pages by writing down Their history in detail? Was ever yet such a compact made That was known not to fail. ’Twas a question of time,—“The house built on sands” From its moorings slipped away; They who court Fate’s disfavor—or soon—or late, “Pass under the rod” of her sway. |
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