Decision in "The Gipsy's "Warning"
Tune-"The Gipsy's Warning."
Copyright, 1878, by Hiram Smith.
Down beside yon flowing river,
Where bereft'd, where willows weep,
Where must lie that fair one ever-
Stranger, why those vigils keep?
Why go there, alone and early,
Those morning flowers to strew?
Did you love in truth, so dearly?
Do you grieve as others do?
Stranger I've been thinking, sadly.
How you promis'd, wooed and won;
How innocent her love, that gladly
Heard fair words, built hopes thereon;
That she's in the cold ground sleeping,
By the river's moaning wave,
That the willows now are weeping
O'er that maiden'* early grave!
Warnings from that grave do tell me
And a living voice I hear-
Of a wooer, who would seek me,
Pleading, by a love sincere,
That without me life was sorrow,
Take this heart and hand of mine,
Promise bliss for ev'ry morrow,
Then forsake me let me pine.
Stranger, I will heed the warning,
Coming from that river's side;
Flowers you strew there in the morning,
I'll renew at eventide.
There our walks, but not together,
For the gipsy tells me true;
Mourns her child in tears, that smother
Ev'ry kindly thought for you.