 | The poetical works of Samuel Woodworth |  |
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AWAKE, MY DEAR JANE.
Through curtains of crimson and azure, my Jane,
Infant day, in its cradle, is smiling again;
Its eyelids are gemed with the dewdrops of night,
Which glitter and sparkle like pearls in the light.
Jane! sweet Jane!—Awake, my dear Jane!
Infant day, in its cradle, is smiling again;
Its eyelids are gemed with the dewdrops of night,
Which glitter and sparkle like pearls in the light.
Jane! sweet Jane!—Awake, my dear Jane!
Oh list to the warblings that float on the air!
The gay-feathered songsters are calling my fair!
The blackbird and robin, the linnet and jay,
All join with thy Sandy to call thee away.
Jane! sweet Jane!—Awake, my dear Jane!
The gay-feathered songsters are calling my fair!
The blackbird and robin, the linnet and jay,
All join with thy Sandy to call thee away.
Jane! sweet Jane!—Awake, my dear Jane!
The lads and the lasses are all on the green,
The shepherds have chosen my Jane for their queen.
The Maypole is reared, and the garlands are twined,
And a balm-breathing wreath is for Jenny designed.
Jane! sweet Jane!—Awake, my dear Jane!
The shepherds have chosen my Jane for their queen.
The Maypole is reared, and the garlands are twined,
And a balm-breathing wreath is for Jenny designed.
Jane! sweet Jane!—Awake, my dear Jane!
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