Poems and Songs By Robert Gilfillan. Fourth edition. With memoir of the author, and appendix of his latest pieces |
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AWAKE, DEAREST MADALINE. |
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AWAKE, DEAREST MADALINE.
Awake, dearest Madaline! sweet love, arise
This fair summer morning to view;
The sun's left his bed where the seas kiss the skies,
The lark his green couch 'mong the dew.
But the sun rising brightly, o'er nature, all gay,
On one fair as thee does not shine;
Nor voice of the morning lark, wakening the day,
Can equal the music of thine!
This fair summer morning to view;
The sun's left his bed where the seas kiss the skies,
The lark his green couch 'mong the dew.
But the sun rising brightly, o'er nature, all gay,
On one fair as thee does not shine;
Nor voice of the morning lark, wakening the day,
Can equal the music of thine!
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From the long night of winter the flowerets come forth,
And modestly blush into day;
A joy and a gladness are over the earth,—
Arise, my sweet love, come away!
The summer appears, half in smiles, half in tears,
Thy beauty will heighten't the while:
The sweet little flower will outlive its short hour,
If thou on its fair blossoms smile!
And modestly blush into day;
A joy and a gladness are over the earth,—
Arise, my sweet love, come away!
The summer appears, half in smiles, half in tears,
Thy beauty will heighten't the while:
The sweet little flower will outlive its short hour,
If thou on its fair blossoms smile!
The earth is all green, and all bright is the sky,
With songs grove and glen loudly ring;
'Tis surely the season of love and of joy,
When summer is woo'd by the spring.
There's nothing awanting from pleasure like this,
Which nature gives fondly and free,
Save one to partake in the banquet of bliss,
And that one, fair Madaline, thee!
With songs grove and glen loudly ring;
'Tis surely the season of love and of joy,
When summer is woo'd by the spring.
There's nothing awanting from pleasure like this,
Which nature gives fondly and free,
Save one to partake in the banquet of bliss,
And that one, fair Madaline, thee!
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