ONE THOUSAND FAMOUS THINGS 115

Lie LigJitly^ Earth

LAT* a garland on my hearse,
Of the dismal yew ;
Maidens, willow branches bear ;

Say I died true ;
My love was false, but I was firm

From my hour of birth.
Upon my buried body lie
Lightly, gentle earth !

Beaumont and Fletcher

Shall Trelawny Die ?
A GOOD sword and a trusty hand I
A merry heart and true I
King James's men shall understand
What Cornish lads can do.
And have they fixed the where and when ?
And shall Trelawny die ?
Here's twenty thousand Cornish men
Will know the reason why !
Out spake their captain brave and bolds
A merry wight was he :
If London Tower were Michaels hold
We'll set Trelawny free !
"We'll cross the Tamar? land to land,
The Severn is no stay,
With one and all, and hand in hand*
And who shall bid us Nay ?
Trelawny he's in keep and hold»
Trelawny he may die ;
But here's twenty thousand Cornish bold
Will know the reason why /
Robert Stephen Hawker
Life Has No More to Give
SAir not, because he did no wondrous deed,
Amassed no worldly gain,
Wrote no great book, revealed no hidden truth,
Perchance he lived in vain ;
For there was grief within a thousand hearts
The hour he ceased to live :
He held the love of women and of men
Life has no more to give !
Charlotte Becker