The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1897-08-05

For the dews will soon be falling;
Leave your meadow grasses mellow,
Mellow, mellow,
| Quit your coWslipS, coWslipS yellow;
Come uppe, " hitefoot, come uppe, Lightfoot
Quit the stalks of parsley hollow,
Hollow, hollow,
Come uppe, Jetty, rise and follow;
From the ciovers lift your head;
Come uppe, Whttefoot, come uppe, Lightfoot,
Come uppe, Jettv, rise and follow,
Jetty to the milking shed"
If it be long, aye. long ago,
When beginne to think howe long,
Again l hear the Linds flow,
Swift as an arrowe. sharp and strong;
And all the aire, it seemeth me,
Bin fall of floating bell (sayth shee,)
That ring the tune of Enderby.
ALE fresh the level pasture lay,
And not a shadowe mote be scene
Save where full FIVE good miles away
The steeple lowered from out the greene
And To- the great bell fare and wide
Was heard in all the country side
That Saturday at eventide.
The swanherds where their sedges are
Moved on in sunsets golden breath,
The shepherde lads heard afarre,
And my sonne's wife Elizabeth;
TIL floating Ger the grassy sea
Came down that kindly message free,
The Brides of Mavis Enderby"
Then some looked uppe into the sky,
And all along where Iindis flows
To where the goodly vessels lie,
And where the iordly steeple shows
They sayde, "a nd why should this thing be I?
What danger lowers by land or sea?
They ring the tune Of Enderby
For evil news from Mablethorpe,
Of pirate galleyS warping down:
For shlppes ashore beyond the scorpe
They nave not spared to wake the towne ;
But while the west bin red to see
And storms he noue, and pyrates tee
Why ring The Brides of Enderby? p "
1 looked without, and 10 my some,
Came riding downe with might ana main
tie raised shout as he drew on,
Till all the Welkin rang again,
Elizabeth Elizabeth, -
A sweeter woman ne'er drew breath
Than my sonne's wife, Elzabeth)
THE olde sea wall Che cried) is downe.
The rising tide comes on apace,
And boats adritt in yonder towne
Go sailing uppe the market place"
He shook one THAT looks uu death.
God save yOn, mother,' straight he saith.
"W mere is my wife, Elizabeth9 ."
Good some where Lin,lis winds her wav
With her two BARNS | marked her lone.
And ere yon BELLS beganne to play,
Affair heard her milking song
He looked across the grassy lea,
t. right 10 left, "Ho Enderbyl''
They rang The Brides Of Enderby"
With that lie cried and beat his breast.
For lo along the rivers bed
A mighty eygre reared his crest
And uppe the Lindis raging sped
1t swept with thunderOus noises loud
Shaped like a curling white cloud.
Or like a demon in shroud.
Shook all her trembling bankes amdine.
Then madly at the eygres breast
Flung uppe her welteriug walls again,
Then banks came down with ruin and rout--
Then beaten foam flew round about
Then all the mighty floods We're out.
So fare, fast the eygre drave
The heart had hardly time to beat
Before a shallow seething wave
Sobbed in the grasses at our feet;
The feet had hardly time to flee
Before IT brake against the knee,
And all the world was in the sea
L pom the roofe we safe that night
The noise of bells went sweeping bv:
| marked the lofty beacon light
Stream from the church tower red and
high
A lurd mark and dread to see;
And awesone be Is they We're to NEE,
That in the dark rang "Enderby."
They rang the sailor lads to guide
From roofe to roofe who fearless rowed:
And my some was at my side,
And yet the ruddy beacon glowed
And yet he moaned beneath his breath
80 come in life, or come in death,
y lost. my love, Elizabeth"
And didst thou visit him no more?
Thou didst, thou didst, my daughter deare
The waters laid thee at his doore,
Ere yet the early dawn was clear
Thy pretty BARNS in fast embrace
The lifted sun shone on the face
Downe drifted to thy dwelling place.
That flow strewed wrecks about the grass.
That ebbe swept out the fiocks to sea;
A fatal ebbe and flow, alas
To many more than myne and NEE.
But each will mourn his own (she sayth y
And sweeter woman ne'er drew breath
Than my sonne's wife, Elizabeth.
l shall never hear her more
By the reedy Lindis shore
"Cusha. Cusha Cuslla" calling,
Ere the early dews be falling:
l shall never hear her song:
"Cusha Cusha!' all along
Where the sunny Lindis howeth,
Goeth t1oWeth
From the meads where melick groweth,
Where the water winding down
Onward tioweth to the town.
| shall never see her more
Where the reeds and rushes culver,
SILVER. CULVER;
Stand beside the sobbing river
Sobbing. throbbing, in its falling
To the sandy lonesome shore;
| shall never hear her calling,
Leave your meadow grasses mellow,
Mellow, mellow;
Quit your cowslips, cowslips yellow;
Come uppe, Whitefoot, come uppe, Lghtfoot;
Quit your pipes of parsley hollow,
Hollow, hollow;
Come uppe, Lightfoot, rise and follow;
Lightfoot, Whitefoot.
From your clovers lift the head,
Come uppe, Jetty, follow, follow,
Jetty, to the milking shed.''
Rurk1en,S Arntco Solva