New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1866-01-29

ANA llSL TO l06 SEFdiuS Oh GUITAR
Come, Love, the window is my East, love, z
Arise, Love, and awake the merry day,
For my heart Love, is hungry for the feast, Love,
And thy soldier, Love, is eager for his pay; @
For thy words, Love, etc. $50
If that don't bring her, then may / be id.
1t took me three days to compose the song.
"a noise is heard.) Aha she comes ! ~
Amelia appearing at the window in her night
gown
Dear me, it is awful cold.
RINALDo.
Speak not Of cold when all my spirit burnst
And when Loves fever makes blessed he'll
OF my hot tempered heart! yet speak, oh, speak!
For each of your dear words is a rain drop
That cools the fever of my brain and feeds
The stream Of bliss across my loving soul.
Rhaldo, let me hear thy voice again, z
That plsys so like jewsharp on my ear,
i cAnld forever hearken to the strain,
Thinking myself, the while, in Paradise Z!
Oh! what a pity that a cruel parent
Should make my breast prison for my heart,
And having bound my yearning soul with cords,
RINALDo. +..@ Ih
My love, as laws were made to be infringed,
So letters to be broke. Off with thy chains,
And come with me to my ancestral isle,
Where vernal trees enjoy eternal springs. M
There buttermilk and ginger cakes abound,
And ehcken-pies grow wild upon the trees;
Fountains of whisky and delicious wines,
Run, bounded by fat banks of bread and cheese !!
Wars cannot reach it, chickens there are safe,
And gruntng swine can reyel in blue mud,
Nor fear the grim Confederates hungry knife
There no rail burning soldiers roam the fields,
Nor enter unsophisticated homes.
Swearing they have not eaten for three days.
There gold and silver make pleasant noise
Y In peoples pockets, for in this, my home,
IsVile paper money never has been seen; 9
There, dark-skinned slaves enrich the fruitful soil
l With elbow grease and ERE productive sweat;
Clear ripping streams play heavenly harmonies
| And make delicious music with the song of birds.
| Where my proud palace rears its lofty front,
| Waiting with open gates thy welcome self,
| There we'l be happy as the day is long,
! Far from thy fathers prosecuting NOS, 7
1 And free from bred zimlneo's murderous band.
| [Enter Zimluco, who conceals himself behind a
1 lamp post and listens to the dialogue ~
sls8 AMELIA. lssg5., a
Thy picture takes my eye, oh, dear Rnaldo;
will follow thee, tho,t were to meet
Eternal bliss in palaces of gold.
| Tomorrow, love, will be thine, and brave
! A fathers anger. Have all well prepared
/ will be ready *
i - 80, RINALpo. s.. ...s .a. q,
Il Then, tomorrow, love, ..&'
In the black forest, at the peep of day, l.
The horses wilsbe ready. Now, farewell;
Yet no. before You go, kiss your fair hand M.
To your beloved one. and tell your Rinaldo
That you love him.
4 AMELIA. El 2
/ More than piles of gold, more than mouth can tell
/ loye-you dear, and my Rinaado is to me NOR
i precious ssfsG5qf5ts
| Than life, or peace, or honor, aye, or snuff,
j Or fifty thousand in Confederate notes!
II RINALDo. 57sl.,r1.r.
i All me /! what rapture thus to be adored
i By such an angel. Then, Tomorrow, love,
\ By the cross roads, be there, and my black stee
i Will wing us swiftly to our happy home.
4 AMELIA. IS.
Good bye, and don't forget to bring with you
Il A pound of Scotch snuff and some gingerbread.
IL [Exeunt.l &
Il sEF Go be contnurd)