My Lady’s FarewellDinah MariaCraik (née Mulock)Craik, DinahD. M. M.IllustratorClarence MasonDobellDobell, Clarence
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DVPP Project Team Alamri Eman A University of Victoria Digital Victorian Periodical PoetryVictoria, BC, Canada
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My Lady’s Farewell.By the Author of "John Halifax, Gentleman."Go forth, go forth, my dearest ;The world is wild and wide,But ’tis not that thou fearest—Not that can us divide.I bless the cross upon thy breast,I kiss thee—lip and brow :Go forth upon thy saintly quest,And keep thy knightly vow.Go forth, my bravest, boldest—My own, my heart’s delight ;This tear that thou beholdestStains not thy armour bright :The Christian armour, bright as strong,In which I made thee dress,The sword, to hew down mortal wrong,The breastplate, righteousness.Go forth, my best beloved !And trust in God’s dear grace,That, every foe removed,Thou’lt meet me, face to face ;But if He not that guerdon gives,Die, as a good knight dies ;I, living as a true maid lives,We’ll meet in Paradise.D. M. M.