The daily gazette., 1876-12-12
Ths Old Maid's Leap Year Letter.
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The melancholy days have come, the
saddest of the year, but 1 sit dreaming
away, Happy Hours, In Marble Halls.
watching the Swallows homcward fly. List
cning tothe Mockingbird, and enjoying The
Roast Beef, of Old England. ever and anon
the gentle vespers whisper, Scenes that are
brightest and joys that we've tasted may
some time return, for Oft in the Silly night.
when the Star, of the evening, Beautiful
star, Pins natures sable mantle, Swectly
DER my senses stealing, Come the sunny
scenes, of childhood and the days, of Aud
Lang Syrcc, When you and were young
When ocr my soul, there bcamled a bissfu
morning, for, when Within mile, of Edin-
boro' town ls went Marching along met
Two gallant Knights, Not last but gone be-
fore, and Robin Grey and Joe Anderson
my Ioe, John a comm through the Rye,
Sweeter than the breath of summer, DER
the calm and sparkling water, sang Aud
Robin, ?eres to the maiden Annie Laurie,
Whcrearcyou goingmyprctty maid Whistle
and I'll come to you Come if you dare, Don't
come teasing me sir, Love me little, Love
me long, Come back Annie, BY the simple
ity, of venus doves l will not ask, to press
that cheek Farewell my gallant Knight,
farewell, and Go where glory waits thee, to
Tom O'Shanter or Rory O'Moore. Now my
dear don Chevaiier, knowing, that, that's
not where you have gone, but, that you
wander through this worlds wilderness,
with No one to love or sing to you of Home,
sweet home, and Just before the battle.
That no sounds from home Ring out mer-
rily, Rock me to sleep mother, Hush my
babe lie still and slumber, but that your
Kitty Tyncll whose harp now hangs so
mute In Tara's halls, your Highland Marys
and your Barbara Aliens, now we are for
you no gaudy chaplets, but like voices from
the Spirit land, whisper, Would i were
with thee, Faded flowers. Come We discon-
solate, responsive, to Thou art gone from
my gaze, Sweet spirit hear my prayer, Now
although / am the last Rose of Summer
fading, still fading, Oh! may'st thou think
of me, This Happy Leap year, Think ofme
as one, who would Offer thee this hand. OF
mine, If could love thee less but know
so well that The wealth of the ocean lies
fathoms below The surface, that sparkles
alone, and Full many n flower is born to
DiuSil uilStcil, hlli WitSle ltS sweetness on
the desert air, and when me thinks hear
you say, None but the brave deserve the
fair Come TO my arms my own stricken
dear, Your bright smile haunts me still.
would answer, Hope ON, hope ever, and like
The wreckers daughter, who sits on The
rock beside the sea, and asks What are the
wild waves saying? Hence, peace be still,
Peace, TO the spirit, So nestle in the shadow
of my love and Hope on, hope ever,lI would
not dan the Wings of dove, and
Soar across the deep blue sea, to find a
lodging in some vast wilderness and say
Farewell, farewell It's lonely sound, but
Isle of beauty. fare thee well Fare thee well
and If forever, still forever, still forever
Fare the well, would not hang my harp
upon a willow, and sing I'm pleased but
yet, I'm sad, but l would sound the loud
trimble and in Jubilate strain Sparkling
and bright, sing Ask me not why, 1t is bet
ter to laugh than to sigh, and then I'd Bid
farewell, to every fear, exelaiming, oh!
sublime was the morning when Liberty
spoke, For there are fishes still swimming,
Just as luscious every way, AS those that
hiss'd and sputtered In the saucepan yes
terday.