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- Embers, Volume 1. - 3/8 -


And it's here's to the lads that have ridden their last; And it's here's to the lasses we leave in the glen, With a smile for the future, a sigh for the past!

GIVE ME THE LIGHT HEART

Give, me the light heart, Heaven above! Give me the hand of a friend, Give me one high fine spirit to love, I'll abide my fate to the end: I will help where I can, I will cherish my own, Nor walk the steep way of the world alone.

WHERE SHALL WE BETAKE US?

"Where shall we betake us when the day's work is over? (Ah, red is the rose-bush in the lane.) Happy is the maid that knows the footstep of her lover-- (Sing the song, the Eden song, again.) Who shall listen to us when black sorrow comes a-reaping? (See the young lark falling from the sky.) Happy is the man that has a true heart in his keeping-- True hearts flourish when the roses die."

NO MAN'S LAND

Oh, we have been a-maying, dear, beyond the city gates, The little city set upon a hill; And we have seen the jocund smile upon the lips of Fate, And we have known the splendours of our will.

Oh, we have wandered far, my dear, and we have loved apace; A little hut we built upon the sand, The sun without to lighten it, within, your golden face,-- O happy dream, O happy No Man's Land!

The pleasant furniture of spring was set in all the fields, And gay and wholesome were the herbs and flowers; Our simple cloth of love was spread with all that nature yields, And frugal only were the passing hours.

Oh, we have been a-maying, dear, we've left the world behind, We've sung and danced and gossiped as we strayed; And when within our little but your fingers draw the blind, We'll loiter by the fire that love has made.

AT SEA

Through the round window above, the deep palpable blue, The wan bright moon, and the sweet stinging breath of the sea; And below, in the shadows, thine eyes like stars, And Love brooding low, and the warm white glory of thee.

Oh, soft was the song in my soul, and soft beyond thought were thy lips, And thou wert mine own, and Eden reconquered was mine And the way that I go is the way of thy feet, and the breath that I breathe, It hath being from thee and life from the life that is thine!

ATHENIAN

Your voice I knew, its cadences and thrill; It stilled the tumult and the overthrow When Athens trembled to the people's will; I knew it--'twas a thousand years ago.

I see the fountains, and the gardens where You sang the fury from the Satrap's brow; I feel the quiver in the raptured air, I heard it in the Athenian grove--I hear you now.

EYES LIKE THE SEA

Eyes like the sea, look up, the beacons brighten, Home comes the sailor, home across the tide! Back drifts the cloud, behold the heavens whiten, The port of Love is open, he anchors at thy side.

UNDER THE CLIFF The sands and the sea, and the white gulls fleeting, The mist on the island, the cloud on the hill; The song in my heart, and the old hope beating Its life 'gainst the bars of thy will.

OPEN THY GATE

Here in the highway without thy garden wall, Here in the babel and the glare, Sick for thy haven, O Sweet, to thee I call: Open thy gate unto my prayer-- Open thy gate.

Cool is thy garden-plot, pleasant thy shade, All things commend thee in thy place; Dwelling on thy perfectness, O Sweet, I am afraid, But, fearing, long to look upon thy face-- Open thy gate.

Over the ample globe, searching for thee, Thee and thy garden have I come; Ended my questing: no more, no more for me, O Sweet, the pilgrim's sandals, call me home-- Open thy gate.

SUMMER IS COME

Summer is come; the corn is in the ear, The haze is swimming where the beeches stand; Summer is come, though winter months be here-- My love is summer passing through the land.

Summer is come; I hear the skylarks sing, The honeysuckle flaunts it to the bees; Summer is come, and 'tis not yet the spring-- My love is summer blessing all she sees.

Summer is come; I see an open door, A sweet hand beckons, and I know That, winter or summer, I shall go forth no more-- My heart is homing where her summer-roses grow.

O FLOWER OF ALL THE WORLD

O flower of all the world, O flower of all, The garden where thou dwellest is so fair, Thou art so goodly, and so queenly tall, Thy sweetness scatters sweetness everywhere, O flower of all!

O flower of all the years, O flower of all, A day beside thee is a day of days; Thy voice is softer than the throstle's call, There is not song enough to sing thy praise, O flower of all!

O flower of all the years, O flower of all, I seek thee in thy garden, and I dare To love thee; and though my deserts be small, Thou art the only flower I would wear, O flower of all!

WAS IT SOME GOLDEN STAR?

Once in another land,


Embers, Volume 1. - 3/8

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