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THE MAY QUEEN.
For loan oft loses both itself and friend; ,
THE MAY QUEEN.
By permission of Messrs. Strahan & Co.) You must wake and call me early, call me early, mother
dear; To-morrow ’ill be the happiest time of all the glad New
year, Of all the glad New-year, mother, the maddest, merriest
day ; For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen
o' the May. There's many a black, black eye, they say, but none so
bright as mine; There's Margaret and Mary, there's Kate and Caroline : But none so fair as little Alice in all the land they say ; So I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen
o'the May. I sleep so sound all night, mother, that I shall never wake, If you do not call me loud when the day begins to break: But I must gather knots of flowers, and buds, and garlands
gay, For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen
o' the May. As I came up the valley whom think ye I should see But Robin leaning on the bridge beneath the hazel-tree? He thought of that sharp look, mother, I gave him yester
day : But I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm tó be Qreen
THE MAY QUEEN. He thought I was a ghost, mother, for I was all in white, And I ran by him without speaking, like a flash of light. They call me cruel-hearted, but I care not what they say, For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen
o'the May. They say he's dying all for love, but that can never be ; They say his heart is breaking, mother—what is that
to me? There's many a bolder lad ’ill woo me any summer day, And I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen
Little Effie shall go with me to-morrow to the green,
o' the May. The honeysuckle round the porch has wov’n its wavy
bowers, And by the meadow-trenches blow the faint, sweet cuckoo
flowers ; And the wild marsh-marigold shines like fire in swamps
and hollows gray; And I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen
o'the May. The night-winds come and go, mother, upon the meadow
grass, And the happy stars above them seem to brighten as they There will not be a drop of rain the whole of the livelong
day; And I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen
o' the May. All the valley, mother, 'ill be fresh and green, and still, And the cowslip and the crowfoot are over all the hill; And the rivulet in the flowery dale 'ill merrily glance and
play; For I'm to be Queen o’the May, mother, I'm to be Queen
o the May.
SOLITUDE. -WATER. So you must wake and call me early, call me early, mother
dear, To-morrow 'ill be the happiest time of all the glad New
year ; To-morrow 'ill be of all the year the maddest, merriest day, For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May.
To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell,
To slowly trace the forest's shady scene,
And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ;
To climb the trackless mountain als unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold;
Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean : This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores un
rolled. But 'midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men,
To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tir'd denizen,
With none who bless us, none whom we can bless
Minions of splendour shrinking from distress ! None that, with kindred consciousness endued,
If we were not, would seem to smile the less Of all that flatter'd, followed, sought and sued : This is to be alone; this, this is solitude. Byrono
By permission of the Proprietors of Mr. Anderton's Poems.)
SEE! our glasses are not fill'd
RINGING OUT THE YEAR.
RINGING OUT THE YEAR.
(By permission of Messrs. Strahan di Co.) RING out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light:
The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring happy bells across the snow;
The year is going—let him go ; Ring out the false, ring in the true. Ring out the grief that saps the mind,
For those that here we see no more ;
Ring out the feud of rich and poor,
And ancient forms of party strife ;
Ring in the nobler modes of life, With sweeter manners, purer laws. Ring out the want, the care, the sin,
The faithless coldness of the times ;.
Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes,
The civic slander and the spite ;
Ring in the love of truth and right,
Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;
Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace. Ring in the valiant man and free,
The larger heart, the kindlier hand;
Ring out the darkness of the land, Ring in the Christ that is to be.