'AS THROUGH THE LAND AT EVE WE WENT.'

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S thro' the land at eve we went,

And pluck'd the ripen'd ears, We fell out, my wife and I,

O we fell out I know not why,

And kiss'd again with tears.

And blessings on the falling out
That all the more endears,

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When we fall out with those we love, And kiss again with tears!

For when we came where lies the child

We lost in other years,

There above the little grave,

O there above the little grave,
We kiss'd again with tears.

WEET and low, sweet and low,

Wind of the western sea,

Low, low, breathe and blow,

Wind of the western sea!

Over the rolling waters go,

Come from the dying moon, and blow,

Blow him again to me;

While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps.

Sleep and rest, sleep and rest,
Father will come to thee soon;
Rest, rest, on mother's breast,

Father will come to thee soon;

Father will come to his babe in the nest,

Silver sails all out of the west

Under the silver moon:

Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep.

'THE SPLENDOUR FALLS ON CASTLE WALLS.'

HE splendour falls on castle walls

And snowy summits old in story:

The long light shakes across the lakes
And the wild cataract leaps in glory.

Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying,

Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.

O hark, O hear! how thin and clear,

And thinner, clearer, farther going!