In these words my bleeding heart
Would to thee its grief impart:
Shall we ever meet again?
Parting! ah! parting, parting is pain.
Parting! ah! parting, parting is pain.
When the white swan southward roves,
There to seek the orange groves,
When the red tints of the west
Prove the sun has gone to rest.
_Chorus._--In these words, &c.
O poor heart! whate’er befall,
There is rest fer thee and all,
That on earth which fades away,
Comes again in bright array.
_Chorus._--In these words, &c.
Will You Love Me then as Now.
You have told me that you love me,
And your heart’s thought seems to speak,
As you look on me so fondly,
And the life-blood tints your cheek.
May I trust that these warm feelings,
Never will grow cold and strange,
And you’ll remain unalter’d
In this weary world of change?
When the shades of care and sorrow,
Dim my eyes and cloud my brow,
And my spirit sinks within me--
Will you love me then as now?
Though our youth may pass uncloud’d
In a peaceful happy home,
Yet as year on year advances,
Changes must upon us come.
For the step will lose its lightness,
And the hair be changed to grey;
Eyes once bright give up their luster,
And the hopes of youth decay
When all these have passed upon me,
And stern age has touched my brow,
Will the change find you unchanging?
Will you love me then as now?
Meet Me by Moonlight.
Meet me by moonlight alone,
And then I will tell you a tale
Must be told by the moonlight alone,
In the grove at the end of the vale.
You must promise to come, for I said
I would show the night-flowers their queen--
Nay, turn not away thy sweet head,
’Tis the loveliest ever was seen.
Oh! meet me by moonlight, alone.
Daylight may do for the gay,
The thoughtless, the heartless, the free;
But there’s something about the moon’s ray,
That is sweeter to you and to me.
Oh! remember be sure to be there.
For though, dearly a moonlight I prize,
I care not for all in the air,
If I want the sweet light of your eyes.
So meet me by moonlight alone.
Thou art gone from my Gaze.
Thou art gone from my gaze like a beautiful dream,
And I seek thee in vain by the meadow and stream,
Oft I breathe thy dear name to the winds floating by,
But thy sweet voice is mute to my bosom’s lone sigh.
In the stillness of night when the stars mildly shine,
My heart fondly holds sweet communion with thine,
For I feel thou art near, and where’er I may be,
That the spirit of love keeps a watch over me.
The Rose of Allendale.
The morn was fair, the skies were clear,
No breath came o’er the sea,
When Mary left her highland cot,
And wandered forth with me;
Though flowers deck’d the mountain’s side,
And fragrance fill’d the vale,
By far the sweetest flower there,
Was the Rose of Allendale.
Where’er I wander’d, east or west,
Though fate began to lower,
A solace still was she to me,
In sorrow’s lonely hour;
When tempest lashed our gallant bark,
And rent her shivering sail,
One maiden form withstood the storm,
’Twas the Rose of Allendale.
And when my fever’d lips were parch’d
On Afric’s burning sand,
She whisper’d hopes of happiness,
And tales of distant land;
My life had been a wilderness,
Unblest by fortune’s gale,
Had fate not link’d my lot to hers,
The Rose of Allendale.
Cheer, Boys, Cheer.
Cheer, boys, cheer, no more of idle sorrow,
Courage, true hearts shall bear us on our way,
Hope points before, and shows a bright to-morrow,
Let us forget the darkness of to-day.
Then farewell England, much as we may love thee,
We’ll dry the tears that we have shed before;
We’ll not weep to sail in search of fortune,
Then farewell England, farewell evermore.