WHITE LILY OF MY LOVE. E parted, we, my Love and I, White moonbeams kiss'd the strand; One last embrace, and she had fled Across the silver sand. "Farewell! Farewell! Thee angels guard! Yet turn once more and bless Me with one last, long look on thee So spake my heart and lips, and she, Obedient as a child, Turn'd her great beauty back to me, Oh! what a white, white hand was that What wealth of love in that sweet smile Gleam'd as she turn'd to go! 333 83 WHITE LILY OF MY LOVE. White hand, white heart of purity! White Lily of my Love! Her white hand rests beneath the turf, Her white soul rests above! THE SWALLOW. Y Love, she dwells 'neath sunny skies, Where thou dost fly, swift swallow; She lives where verdure never dies; Oh! would that I might follow, Follow, Would that I might follow! Where airs of balm breathe, winter through, Thou fliest now, sweet swallow; Yet sweets like hers none ever knew; Oh! would that I might follow, Follow, Would that I might follow! But since to fly along with thee May not be mine, dear swallow, Oh! take a pledge along with thee, And say I cannot follow, Say I cannot follow! Follow, THE SWALLOW. And when thou comest in the spring Back from the south, sweet swallow, Bid her to claim the plighting ring, And after thee to follow, 85 LAZY LILIES. AZY lilies! all the day Soft winds through your petals play, Sunbeams woo your love and win ;— Yet you neither toil nor spin. Lazy lilies! Heaven's dews Beauty into you infuse, Lift your heads above the soil ; Yet you never spin nor toil. No, you neither toil nor spin, Yet at dawn your tasks begin ; Quiet and modest, all night through Odours are exhaled by you. Morn and eve, and day and night, You all passers-by delight; Joying in your Lord's behest, You obeying Him are blest. |