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8 HYLAND'S MAMMOTH |
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NOREEN.
Noreen, darling! don't look so shy— It kills me, that glance ol your eye;
Oh, go where I will,
It follows me still, Beaming bright, like a star In the sky.
While pressing your hand yesterday, As idly we saunter'd along,
Each word that I wanted to say Expired at the point of my tongue—
For as in a book
I read by your look, That you seem well to know what I mean. Yes, I love you, my darling Noreen!
Noreen! If to love you be wrong, The blame to my heart doth belong.
For morn, noon, and night,
You're all its delight, And your name the sweet theme of my song.
Then, darling, no longer delay, Your glances my heart have undone,
That smile says what I wish'd to say, To-morrow we two shall be one.
The priest and a ring,
Will best settle the thing, And explain what I really do mean. Yes, I love you, my darling Noreen! |
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THE MAY-DEW.
Come with me, love, I'm seeking
A spell in the young year's flowers; The magical May-dew is weeping,
Its charm o'er the summer bow'rs; Its pearls are more precious than those they find
In jeweil'd India's sea; For the dew-drops, love, might serve to bind
Thy heart, forever, to me!
Oh come with me, love, I'm seeking A spell in the young year's flowers;
The magical May-dew is weeping Its charms o'er the summer bow'rs.
Haste, or the spell will be missing,
We seek in the May-dew now; For soon the warm sun will be kissing
The bright drops from blossom and bough: And the charm is so tender the May-dew sheds
O'er the_ wild flowers' delicate dyes. That e'en 'at the touch of the sunbeam, 'tis said.
The mystical influence flies. Oh, come with me, etc. |
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I SEE THEM ON THEIR WINDING WAY.
I see them on their winding way, About their ranks the moonbeams play, Their lofty deeds, and daring high, Blend with the notes of victory; And waving arms, and banners bright, Are glancing in the mellow light. They're lost and gone—the moon is past, The wood's dark shade is o'er them east, And fainter, fainter, fainter still. The march Is rising o'er the hill. I see them, &c. &c. |
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