Poems and Songs By Robert Gilfillan. Fourth edition. With memoir of the author, and appendix of his latest pieces |
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AWAY TO THE WOODLANDS. |
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AWAY TO THE WOODLANDS.
Away to the woodlands, Eliza, my fair,
The morning is bright and the valleys are green,
The glad smile of nature shall welcome you there,
Of fond hearts the dearest, of beauty the Queen.
Away to the woodlands, the winter is gone,
The green earth is budding in summer's array,
The blackbird is singing, in deep mellow tone,
Away to the woodlands, Eliza, away!
The morning is bright and the valleys are green,
The glad smile of nature shall welcome you there,
Of fond hearts the dearest, of beauty the Queen.
Away to the woodlands, the winter is gone,
The green earth is budding in summer's array,
The blackbird is singing, in deep mellow tone,
Away to the woodlands, Eliza, away!
Away to the woodlands, the summer is near,
The sun's on the lake, and the lark's in the sky;
And, if the young rose is bedew'd with a tear,
'Tis the soft tear of gladness, the dew-drop of joy.
Away to the woodlands, and there we shall roam
Till the sun woo the Ocean at calm evening's close:
Your heart is my treasure, your bosom my home,
And there all my fond hopes in safety repose.
The sun's on the lake, and the lark's in the sky;
And, if the young rose is bedew'd with a tear,
'Tis the soft tear of gladness, the dew-drop of joy.
Away to the woodlands, and there we shall roam
Till the sun woo the Ocean at calm evening's close:
Your heart is my treasure, your bosom my home,
And there all my fond hopes in safety repose.
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