LITTLE PETSEY. My little Petsey, darling child, Thy presence is a gladness, felt But more than all, my blue-eyed pride, Is it a joy to me. No music like thy laughing voice, No beauty like thy smile ;— For thy sweet notes no discord know, Thy beauty has no guile. There hangs around thee still, dear girl, From thy first home above: And o'er this earthly home there rains A heaven from thy sweet eyes, Which sheds a radiance all its own Round home's sweet paradise. Thou blessed creature, full of light, I feel indeed how poor were life, Whence come those wondrous questionings Of things beyond thy mind? For which in vain my love and thought In thy surmises, queries, thoughts, And in thy games such freedom's thine, And that pure grace so many seek, But only childhood knows. I love thee in thy merry hours, And in thy thoughtful moods; Thy presence cheers me in the crowds, I teach thee much, dear child, but more A wisdom books may never teach, THE WOOING AND WEDDING. O JOHNNY comes whistling across the gay meadow, And whistling, as he is whistling ever, The tune I love best, sweet "Robin Adair." O Johnny is bonny, and Johnny is free, And I am the lassie he loves. O Johnny is singing, "Come, Love, let's a-Maying," For, O, when Love whispers i' the grey o' the evening, As honest a laddie as ever can be, And I am the lassie he loves. O Johnny is laughing while gaily he's reaping- And my heart with delight is rapidly beating, For I know who the bird is that's meant for that nest; And Johnny looks up with a glance from his reaping, And singles me out with that glance from the rest. O Johnny is bonny, and Johnny is free, As honest a laddie as ever can be, And I am the lassie he loves. O Johnny is smiling with joy as he's walking And friends too are blessing both bridegroom and bride. Since Johnny has chosen me out from all others, O Johnny is bonny, and Johnny is free, And I am the lassie he weds. SUNNY DAYS.* O SUNNY days! O sunny days! For grace and beauty come with you The glory of your presence thrills With joy's divinest powers; And all the earth to meet your smiles God's choicest treasure on the earth, Thou saving angel of the home, Heaven's seal is on thy brow! THE WORLD IS VERY FAIR.* LET gloomy hearts that never knew New glories all the year adorn, Calm eve succeeds to stirring morn; Flowers deck the common ways; Green fields are prankt in every dale, And copses rich and rare ; Now sings the lark-now nightingale That all is very fair. The brooklet murmurs to the stream The stream the river tells The river rolls the mighty theme To where old ocean dwells; |