My heart is like a river, With a wild and gushing glee. My heart is full of sunshine, It will not know of sorrow, But is blithe as blithe can be ; And longs not for to-morrow, While to-day is spent with thee. THE LOVERS. THY arms were twined around my neck, That solemn twilight hour; And hope, and joy love would not check, Held me beneath their power. The silent sky's calm, cloudless grace Enfolded us around; And in thy pure and rapt embrace There was no stir in all the air, From tree, or bird, or wind; The waving of thy flowing hair . Left not a sound behind. Heart-throbbing whispers only passed, Loveful, 'tween thee and me, And sweetly trembling, thick and fast, They fell in ecstasy. Then came faith's earnest look and word, GOING HOME.* Now we are going home, Mary- Since first these blessed words, Mary, My lips to you did say. The summer sun was high and bright, Now we are going home, Mary O you remember well, When next these words I said, Mary, We'd buried little Nell: And lonely-hearted home we went ; Till God in his good mercy changed, Our sorrow into grace. Now we are going home, Mary— Nor grief, nor pain, nor care, nor woe, There thou, and I, and she, will dwell At home for evermore. ST. VALENTINE'S DAY. My heart is buoyant, blithe and free, With joy and rapture ringing- Oh, could I wed it into words, Could match its gladsome chanting! A stream of golden words were they Could fitly sing Love's chosen Day. 1858. A song of laughter, life, and flowers; Of rosy cheeks and sparkling eyes; Of plighted troths, which none betray, Love's rarest glories in the strain If all that's humming in my brain, But still the wordless strain goes on, A SONG FOR ST. VALENTINE'S DAY. BEFORE the sun had kissed the East, His mossy bed, and leafy bowers; "Sweet, sweet, sweet! O sweet is love! Cheep, cheep, cheep; how sweet, sweet, sweet, "Sweet, sweet, sweet; O sweet the kiss, Tira, lira; sweet, sweet, sweet! Cheep, cheep, cheep; when fond lips press So press, fond lips, for life is fleet. Cheep, cheep, cheep; how sweet, sweet, sweet, Tira, lira, when lovers meet! "Sweet, sweet, sweet! sweet is wooing: Tira, lira ; sweet, sweet, sweet! Cheep, cheep, cheep, doves are cooing, And so let us, for life is fleet! Cheep, cheep, cheep; how sweet, sweet, sweet, Tira, lira, when lovers meet! |