POEMS.
47
Others pine thy light to see,
Linger not, ah, then, with me;
For my heart with grief would break,
Should they sorrow for thy sake;
And to-morrow thou wilt come
Smiling on my cottage home.
Dearly though I love thy ray,
Gladsome sunbeam, pass away!
H. A.
Linger not, ah, then, with me;
For my heart with grief would break,
Should they sorrow for thy sake;
And to-morrow thou wilt come
Smiling on my cottage home.
Dearly though I love thy ray,
Gladsome sunbeam, pass away!
H. A.
THE WANDERING MINSTREL.
Oh! ask no gayer measure
From the Wand'ring Minstrel lone;
Of lays of mirth and pleasure
Even memory is gone.
Ask ye for words of gladness
'Mid the mourner's bitter woe?
Seek ye a tale of love from one
Whose hopes have been laid low?
Kneel ye to call to earth again
The loved ones who are gone,
Ere ye ask a gayer measure
Of the Wand'ring Minstrel lone.
From the Wand'ring Minstrel lone;
Of lays of mirth and pleasure
Even memory is gone.
Ask ye for words of gladness
'Mid the mourner's bitter woe?
Seek ye a tale of love from one
Whose hopes have been laid low?
Kneel ye to call to earth again
The loved ones who are gone,
Ere ye ask a gayer measure
Of the Wand'ring Minstrel lone.
