Volume Ii Part 118 (2/2)

Where's the guinea, there's the fancy.

Are you Nancy, that old Nancy?

Nancy Dawson.

Nancy Dawson, Nancy Dawson, I forget you, what you were; Till I feel the sad hours creep, dear, O'er my heart; as o'er my cheek, dear, Once of old, that old, old hair: And then, unawares, my Nancy, I remember, and I fancy You are Nancy, that old Nancy; Nancy Dawson.

Herbert P. Horne [1864-

MY LITTLE LOVE

G.o.d keep you safe, my little love, All through the night.

Rest close in His encircling arms Until the light.

My heart is with you as I kneel to pray, ”Good night! G.o.d keep you in His care alway.”

Thick shadows creep like silent ghosts About my bed.

I lose myself in tender dreams While overhead The moon comes stealing through the window bars.

A silver sickle gleaming 'mid the stars.

For I, though I am far away, Feel safe and strong, To trust you thus, dear love, and yet The night is long.

I say with sobbing breath the old fond prayer, ”Good night! Sweet dreams! G.o.d keep you everywhere!”

Charles B. Hawley [1858-

FOR EVER

Thrice with her lips she touched my lips, Thrice with her hand my hand, And three times thrice looked towards the sea, But never to the land: Then, ”Sweet,” she said, ”no more delay, For Heaven forbids a longer stay.”

I, with my pa.s.sion in my heart, Could find no words to waste; But striving often to depart, I strained her to my breast: Her wet tears washed my weary cheek; I could have died, but could not speak.

The anchor swings, the sheet flies loose And, bending to the breeze, The tall s.h.i.+p, never to return, Flies through the foaming seas: Cheerily ho! the sailors cry;-- My sweet love lessening to my eye.

O Love, turn towards the land thy sight!

No more peruse the sea; Our G.o.d, who severs thus our hearts, Shall surely care for thee: For me let waste-wide ocean swing, I too lie safe beneath His wing.

William Caldwell Roscoe [1823-1859]

AUF WIEDERSEHEN

The little gate was reached at last, Half hid in lilacs down the lane; She pushed it wide, and, as she pa.s.sed, A wistful look she backward cast, And said,--”Auf wiedersehen!”

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