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Show THREE TRAVELERS. Murat Halstead. Three travelers met in Brander pass. By the bubbling Brandor springs; Their shared their cake and their venison, And they talked of many things Of books, of song and foreign lands, Of strange and wandering lives, And by and by, in softer tones. They spoke of their homes and wives. "I married the Lady O' Logan Brae," Said one, with a lofy air; "There lsna in a' the North countree A house with a better share Of gold and gear, and hill and lock, Of houses and farms to rent ; There's many a man has envied me, And I'm mair than weel con tout," "Dream of a woman as bright as day," The second traveler said, "Dream ot a form of perfect grace, Of a noble face and head ; Of eyes that are blue as heaven, Of flowing nut-brown hair: That is my wife, and though not rich, Oh, she Is wondrouB fair." The third one said : "I have a wife, She Is neither rich nor fair; She has not gold, nor gear, nor land, Nor a wealth of nut- brown hair ; But, oh ! she loves me '. and her love Has stood through every test. Beauty and gold are good, but, friends, We know that love is best." They tilled their cups in the spring again, And they said right heartily: ''Here's to the loving, faithful wife, Wherever home may be 1 " And soon they took their different ways, One thought in each man's breast : "Beauty is good, and gold is good, But a true love is the best." |