 | Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover |  |
I KNOW THAT THE SUMMER IS COME.
THE SONG OF THE BLIND HUSBAND.
I know, love, I know that the summer is come,
I scent the sweet flowers, I hear the bees hum,
Lead me forth, my own love, in the sun's genial rays,
Thy tenderness more than my darkness repays.
Oh say not, sweet love, with affliction I'm tried,
Why call it affliction while thou art my guide?
My place I'd not change with the best in the land—
Who would not be blind to be led by thy hand!
I scent the sweet flowers, I hear the bees hum,
Lead me forth, my own love, in the sun's genial rays,
Thy tenderness more than my darkness repays.
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Why call it affliction while thou art my guide?
My place I'd not change with the best in the land—
Who would not be blind to be led by thy hand!
Tho' lost now to me is the rose's bright bloom,
As exquisite still is its balmy perfume,
So, the bloom of thy lip tho' denied to mine eye,
The fragrance is left me that breathes in thy sigh;
Thy voice still is music, and mem'ry supplies
The soft light that dwells in thy beautiful eyes,
Their sweet glance of pity, oh why should I seek,
When I feel the warm tear that is press'd to my cheek.
As exquisite still is its balmy perfume,
So, the bloom of thy lip tho' denied to mine eye,
The fragrance is left me that breathes in thy sigh;
Thy voice still is music, and mem'ry supplies
The soft light that dwells in thy beautiful eyes,
Their sweet glance of pity, oh why should I seek,
When I feel the warm tear that is press'd to my cheek.
| Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover | |