The Loves of Ambrose

PART ONE

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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?_"