POEMS.
79
List to my prayer ere I vanish away
To give place to the new-born year;
With spirit and lip as ye join in the strain,
"Long may ye welcome December again."
H. A.
To give place to the new-born year;
With spirit and lip as ye join in the strain,
"Long may ye welcome December again."
H. A.
MAY FLOWERS.
Oh! sister, twine me young May flowers!
Bright visions to recall,
Of the joyous time when my heart and step
Were lightest 'midst ye all.
Each bud will tell of the starry nights,
Ere the summer breeze had flown,
When the silver light of the moonbeams pale,
Through our woodbined lattice shone.
Mine eye hath lost its brightness now,
My cheek hath lost its bloom,
There's a warning voice within my heart,
That speaketh of the tomb;
And tearful glances meet my own,
Lov'd tones are lost in sighs,
And I read my fate, oh! sister mine!
By gazing in thine eyes.
Bright visions to recall,
Of the joyous time when my heart and step
Were lightest 'midst ye all.
Each bud will tell of the starry nights,
Ere the summer breeze had flown,
When the silver light of the moonbeams pale,
Through our woodbined lattice shone.
Mine eye hath lost its brightness now,
My cheek hath lost its bloom,
There's a warning voice within my heart,
That speaketh of the tomb;
And tearful glances meet my own,
Lov'd tones are lost in sighs,
And I read my fate, oh! sister mine!
By gazing in thine eyes.
