Love's Illusions.
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The wavelet softly breaks and curls,
Singing in broken trebles,
And stirs the opals and the pearls
———Of course they may be pebbles!
Singing in broken trebles,
And stirs the opals and the pearls
———Of course they may be pebbles!
I know a song, a lovely song,
One happy thought expressing;
I hear it rising, full and strong,
The listening air caressing.
No mortal knows so rare a tone,
Nor lark in raptures airy;
Some spirit 'tis that calls my own
———They say it's only Mary!
One happy thought expressing;
I hear it rising, full and strong,
The listening air caressing.
No mortal knows so rare a tone,
Nor lark in raptures airy;
Some spirit 'tis that calls my own
———They say it's only Mary!
A Newborn Infant
Hush! draw thy breath slowly,
This moment is holy,
Touched with a splendour beyond human ken;
For through this small portal
A spirit immortal
Pure and untainted descends among men.
This moment is holy,
Touched with a splendour beyond human ken;
For through this small portal
A spirit immortal
Pure and untainted descends among men.
