Monmouth weekly herald. [volume] (Freehold, N.J.) 1854-1860, 1858-11-11

And when the English lover,
Across the stormy main
Shall bring you to these pleasant skies
And this green land again,
You Il find the song I've made for you,
And you across the mainl
o dainty Jenny Eagleheart,
l knew when you were born
The rain beat down the gentains
Ard beat the yellow corn
That summer night; but heaven did break
Upon the world that morn
For in the rain and in the wind
A little bird did sing
A little bird from Paradise,
With love beneath its wing!
Q, in the wind and in the rain
A little bird did sing
A little blossom of a girl,
Some spirit up above
Let drop by chance into the world J.
A boon of ripened love,
To teach us how the angels speak
Anu now tne angels move
At first those tiny baby hands,
Rose colered, like s~ea-shells,
Could scarcely crush the violets
To rob them of their smells,
Or shake the trembling dew from out
The lilies spangled bedsi
But b~y-and-by you grow SO tall,
Your eyes of sunny blue
Just peeped the rose-bush
That in the garden grew;
And then the early holly-hocks
We're not as tall as you
And how you CREW. ali, Heaven! it was
A holy thing to see
Such goodness growing on the earth
Where sin and sorrow be! .
An angel in the bud-in faith,
Half-blown divinity
And while you ran from grade to grade
OF perfectness, I vent
Beyond the seas, to perilous lands,
by an Arab mosque and tent;
But the thought of Jenny Eagleheart
Went with me where l went
o often in the breathless night,
Beneath those Orient skies,
thought of you, and dreamed Of you,
And with a thousand signs,
l blessed you for your bonny mouth.
And for your gentle eyes!
Time fed, and 1 had gold enough
To live on many year;
yearned to see my native land,
And all my heart held dear,
And to live the dream that l had dreamed
For man and many a year
Again l saw these chalky cliffs
Rise from the purple sea
We swept across the harbor bar
Right gallantly
We passed the Lighthouse and the Fort,
And the Kirk upon the lea.
0 how the blood leaped in nv veins,
And how my heart did beat,
As ran across old Philips bridge
10 your garden gate, my sweet
How the gossips stared as the sun-burnt msr
STROBE through the village street.
All, dainty Jenny Eagleheart,
found you grown as fair!
A deeper crimson tot hed your mouth.
ana a darker gold your hair;
But dared not kiss you, Jenny dear,
III such a queenly air!
When l left you for the far-off lands.
You were but a child, you know,
A woman now-so changed, SO changed
Did l love you less ? ah, mo-!
But | dared not hold you on my knee.
AS used too, long ago!
0 tell ne, Jenny Eagleheart,
If you remember still
The woodlands that we rambled tbronoh
And the tum~ble-down old Mill.
And the silvery brook you waded in.
At the foot of Stratham Hill
I've seen the sunken cities
That lie across the sea,
HerculaLeum and Pompeii,
And the mighty ruins that be;
But the ruined Mill on Stratham Hill
Is a sweeter thought to me
Well, let it GO. | sat and told
The sights that | have seen,
(To please your ~father-good old man,
Long be his memory green
The dim sergalios of the East,
And the tomb of Egypt's queen.
And then l showed the trinkets
That | had brought for you
h lucent garments heart of fire,
And the opal'S frozen dew,
And the necklace that would match so we'll
With a pair of eyes / Il knew.
Then said your father holding them
Above your blessed head.
You shall not wear these, Jenny dear,
Until the day you wed
The Earl will thank you, Ralph, for this I"
The Earl! the Earl p | said,
O, God tina. broke the dream | dreamed.
For many and many a year;
| Loued you Jenny Eagleheart
My soul was not so dear
AS the little agate earring
That glimtnered at your ear
| love yeu, Jenny Eagleheart!
God pardon me if
Have let this bitter love come in
Between me and the sky;
But l love you, Jenny Eagleheart,
With a love that cannot die!
And when upon that morn in ay
heard your marriage bell.
Methonght that an angel up in the clouds.
Was singing to me in hell
Twas a chime for the Earl and a toll for me
That the Sexton rang SO welli
@ never, never any more
Shall hold you &c my breast;
You come not, and my soul draws near
To the mansions of the best,
Where The wicked cease from troubling
And the weary are at rest.
When the heavy vines in summer
Above my grave shall curl,
Win You stand there once, just once JENNY
Ard say to YOU noble Earl; -
" Here lies the houghtless little bon
Wh0 loued me ~hea a gir5.p
God bless you, Jenny Eagleheart,
God bless the man who won
The whitest hand the truest heart,
There is beneath the sun.
There's the Rhyme OF Jenny Eagleheart,
God love us every one.