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MARY'S EVENING SIGH.
BY ROBERT BLOOMFIELD.
1 How bright with pearl the western sky!
How glorious far and wide, Yon lines of golden clouds that lie
So peaceful side by side !
All eyes with rapture see;
2 Green hill, that shad'st the valley bere,
Thou bear'st upon thy brow The only wealth to Mary dear,
And all she'll ever know.
Above thy summit rise,
Why linger on the hill ?
But thou can'st see him still;
Yet why a lonely wanderer stray,
Alone the joy pursue ?
Beneath the waving corn,
And bless'd the dewy morn,
(My presence then could move) “ How sweet, with Mary by my side
To gaze and talk of love!"
Yet I my rivals deem
The silence, and the stream ;
I'll yet forgive thy stay;
We'll brush the dews away.
THE DAMSEL'S LAMENTATION.
1 I once was a maiden, ah, blest was the day !
love, I listen’d too fearless to what he'd to say then, My heart was too open,
2 He promis'd me marriage,-but why did I hear
him ? Why yield to his suit ere the church mada
us one ? Ah, now he has left me; no charms can endear
3 Yet, had he been true to the promise he made
When first he endeavour'd my fond heart to
win, O yet must I say, that he still had betray'd me, Our love, all unsanction'd, commenc'd but
4 Ye maidens, attend to the truth I'm declaring, O think nought but marriage can sanction
your love; Ne'er listen to vows,—oft false is love's swear
ing, Be marriage the test the true lover to prove.
5 When two spotless hearts are by marriage united,
Then fair is the prospect, the bond of true love, Then love will increase, nor the wife e'er be
slighted, And Heav’n will the union with blessings
THE MAID OF BUTTERMERE.
TUNE: Allen Brooke of Windermere.
2 Tho' servant she at village inn, Full many strove her love to win, Tho'flattery oft would speak her praise, And strive th’unhallow'd flame to raise, Y et such love tales she would not hear The beauteous maid of Buttermere.
3 At length an artful spoiler came, And under fictitious
name, And under honour's specious mask, Her hand in marriage bonds did ask; } She, too incautious, lent an ear, The beauteous maid of Buttermere.
4 Of family and fortune both The spoiler spake,—that he was loth To tell his kindred of his love, Lest they his choice should disapprove; Imprudently she paus’d to hear, The beauteous maid of Butterinere,
5 'Twas told, the marriage rite scarce o'er, The name of wife another bore, The guileless fair one thus betray'd, No longer wife, no longer maid, Abandon'd, see, to sorrow's tear The beauteous maid of Buttermcre.