THE OLD STREET LAMP.
Words by F. E. Weatherly. Music by J. L. Molloy.
By the quaint old flower market where the winding crossways meet,
An old street lamp was shining for the last time in the street;
It thought of all the faces that had loved its kindly ray,
Oh, some where changed with changing years, and some were gone away.
The young, the old, the happy and the far-off quiet dead.
The old street lamp remembered all, and this is what it said:
Long ago one night in Winter I was shining down the street,
And a lover came beneath me and read a letter sweet;
I shone upon his head, I heard the words he said:
My love, my love, the golden days when we at last are wed-
I saw him pass away, his face was blithe and gay,
But his words are in my heart forever and for aye;
It was shining for the last time, as it shone in days of yore,
And the faces and the tender dreams came back, came back once more.
And that other night, in Winter I was shining down the street,
I saw a bier with lilies, a maiden white and sweet;
I saw a low bent head, I heard the words he said:
My love, my love, I am alone, my love, my heart is dead.
I saw him pass away, his head was bowed and gray.
But his words are in " my heart forever and for aye;
So it shone there for the last time and still I lingered on.
But the song and dream were ended and the flick'ring light was gone.
The song and dream were ended and the flick'ring light was gone.