Chapter 146
king and slave by adelaide anne froctor recorded for librivox dot org if in my soul dear an omen should dwell bidding me pause ere i love thee too well if the whole circle of noble and wise with stern forebodings between us should rise i will tell them dear that love reigns a king where storms cannot reach him and words cannot sting he counts it dishonour his faith to recall he trusts and forever he gives and gives all i will tell thee dear that love is a slave who dreads thought of freedom as life dreads the grave and if doubt or peril of change there may be such fear would but drive him still nearer to thee end of poem read by linda marie nielson vancouver b c this recording is in the public domain
