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THE MAY QUEEN.
. 20. THE MAY QUEEN.
You must wake and call me early, call me early, mother dear; To-morrow ’ill be the happiest time of all the glad New-year ; Of all the glad New-year, mother, the maddest merriest day; For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o'
the May. There's many a black black eye, they say, but none so bright
as mine; There's Margaret and Mary, there's Kate and Caroline; But none so fair as little Alice in all the land they say, So I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o'
the May. I sleep so sound all night, mother, that I shall never wake, If you do not call me loud, when the day begins to break : But I must gather knots of flowers, and buds and garlands
gay, For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o'
the May. Little Effie shall go with me to-morrow to the green, And you'll be there, too, mother, to see me made the Queen ; For the shepherd lads on every side ’ill come from far away, And I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen
o the May. The honeysuckle round the porch has wov'n its wavy bowers, And by the meadow-trenches blow the faint sweet cuckoo
flowers, And the wild marsh-marigold shines like fire in swamps and
hollows gray, And I'm to be Queen o’ the May, mother, l'ın to be Queen
o the May. The night-winds comeand go, mother, upon the meadow-grass, And the happy stars above them seem to brighten as they pase; There will not be a drop of rain the whole of the live-long day, And I'ın to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o'
THE DIVINE IMAGE.
All the valley, diother, 'ill be fresh and green and still,
the May. So you must wake and call me early, call me early, mother
dear; To-morrow 'ill be the happiest time of all the glad New-year ; To-morrow 'ill be of all the year the maddest merriest day, For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o the May.
21. THE DIVINE IMAGE.
All pray in their distress;
Return their thankfulness.
Is God, our Father dear;
Is man, His child and care.
Pity a human face,
And Peace, the Human dress.
That prays in his distress,
22. BABY MAY.
All the thoughts of whose possessing
23. EASTER VERSES.
WRITTEN UNDER BEREAVEMENT.
She is dead-our hearts are riven!
In counsel wise, so kindly given.
Her whose prayers for us have striven :
Than e'er on earth shall meet in Heaven..
She hath 'scaped the body's prison,
24. CHRISTMAS VERSES. CARIST is born, our Saviour King!
Christ is born, a suff'ring brother; of Glory to God !" the angels sing:
Christ is born of Virgin mother.
Then brightly shine, thou wondrous star,
Heralding the glorious morn,
To where he lies so lowly born.
So lowly born, tho' Lord of all ;
By men despised, of mean estate ;
Earth's bitter scorn, and hell's fierce hate !
O, wond'rous grace of love divine !
25. BIRD IN A CAGE. Oh! who would keep a little bird confined, When cowslip bells are nodding in the wind, When every hedge as with “good-morrow" rings, And heard from wood to wood the blackbird sings? Oh, who would keep a little bird confined In his cold wiry prison? Let him fly, And hear him sing, “How sweet is liberty !”