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was uchliked the town&ot;

&ot;with all y heart,&ot; said the young an, and without waitg forore pressg he seated hiself on the trunk of a felled oak, andtung his rebeck, presently began to sg to these words

antonio&039;s ballad

thou dost love well, olalla;

well i know it, even though

love&039;s ute tongues, the eyes, have never

by their glances told

for i know y love thou knowest,

therefore the to c i dare:

once it ceases to be secret,

love need never feel despair

true it is, olalla, tis

thou hast all too pnly shown

that thy heart is brass hardness,

and thy snowy bo stone

yet for all that, thy yness,

and thy fickle fits beeen,

hope is there- at least the border

of her garnt ay be seen

res to faith are they, those glipses,

and to faith thee i hold;

kdness cannot ake it stronr,

ldness cannot ake it ld

if it be that love is ntle,

thy ntleness i see

thg holdg out assurance

to the hope of ng thee

if it be that devotion

lies a power hearts to ove,

that which every day i show thee,

helpful to y suit should prove

any a ti thou t have noticed-

if to notice thou dost care-

how i go about on onday

dressed all y sunday wear

love&039;s eyes love to look on brightness;

love loves what is gaily drest;

sunday, onday, all i care