First Lines of John Hay
A sentinel angel sitting high in gloryAnd of unconquered Pelayo! land of the Cid Campeador!Each shining light above usHow well my heart remembersI love a woman tenderly,I pray you, pardon me, Elsie,I sent my love two roses, -- oneI stood on the top of Pitz Languard,I strove, like Israel, with my youth,If Heaven would hear my prayer,In the dewy depths of the graveyardIn the dim chamber whence but yesterdayKing Saloman looked from his donjon bars,My dear wife sits beside the fireMy short and happy day is done,Not done, but near its ending,On the bluff of the Little Big-Horn,One day in the Tuileries,Roll on, O shining sun,Sad is the thought of sunniest daysShe lived shut in by flowers and treesThe beauty of the northern dawns,The knightly legend of thy shield betraysThe skies are blue above my head,The winter wind is raving fierce and shrillThere 's a happy time coming,There was never a castle seenWhen April woke the drowsy flowers,When violets were springingWhen Youth's warm heart beats high, my friend,