LXXIII LOVE'S GOOD-MORROW PACK clouds away, and welcome day, Wake from thy nest, robin-red-breast, THOMAS HEYWOOD. LXXIV THE SAILOR'S RETURN HIGH over the breakers, Low under the lee, Sing ho The billow, And the lash of the rolling sea! Boat, boat, to the billow, Art thou dreaming of me? Billow, billow, breaking, Land us low on the lee ! Sweet love, I am coming to thee! High, high, o'er the breakers, Low, low, on the lee, Sing ho! The billow That brings me back to thee! SYDNEY DObell. LXXV THE BIRKS OF ABERFELDY CHORUS. BONNY lassie, will ye go, will ye go, will ye go, Bonny lassie, will ye go to the Birks of Aberfeldy? Now simmer blinks on flowery braes, And o'er the crystal streamlet plays, While o'er their heads the hazels hing, Or lightly flit on wanton wing In the Birks of Aberfeldy. The braes ascend like lofty wa's, Bonny lassie, etc. The hoary cliffs are crown'd wi' flowers, Let fortune's gifts at random flee, Bonny lassie, etc. ROBERT BURNS. LXXVI LOVE within the lover's breast Till the day and night are done; Then, when dawn drives up his car Lo! it is the morning star. Love! thy love pours down on mine, As the snow rill on the vale, As a dewdrop on the rose Up into thy breast I fly; As a sea-shell of the sea Ever shall I sing of thee. GEORGE MEREDITH. LXXVII THE nightingale has a lyre of gold, The lark's is a clarion call, And the blackbird plays but a boxwood flute, But I love him best of all. For his song is all of the joy of life, We too have listened till he sang Our hearts and lips together. WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY. LXXVIII CLAUD HALCRO'S SONG FAREWELL to Northmaven, |