GIFT OF Mrs. Lincoln Hulley Digitized by tine Internet Arcfiive in 2007 witii funding from IVIicrosoft Corporation littp://www.arcliive.org/details/annielaurieoldswOOIiullricli ^tt 0^16 Stocctlieart o^ Mine SECOND EDITION By LINCOLN HULLEY Author of LULLABIES AND SLUMBER SONGS Published by the Author Lewisburg, Pa. 1903. Copyright by LINCOLN HULLEY 1902 • ••• . ••; ••• ••• SHAMP PRINT LEWISBURG, PA. TO MY WIFE ELOISE MAYHAM HULLEY *^ They sang of love and not of fame, Forgot was Britain's glory, Each heart recalled a different name, But all sang Annie Laurie." —Taylor, 868113 This book of love-lyrics is published for the golden wedding anniversary of the author's parents. *' John Anderson, my jo John, We clam the hill thegither. And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither. Now we maun totter down, John, Yet hand in hand we'll go. And sleep thegither at the foot. John Anderson, my jo." — Burns. CONTENTS PAGE Whenever I Think of You - - - - 7 O Gracious, Gentle, Lovely Nell - - - 9 Her Promise True 11 Spring's Sweet Minstrelsies - - - - 13 We Pledged Our Faith for Aye - - - 15 Rosalie, My Rosalie 17 The SouPs Awakening 19 A Harvest Love-song 21 Xairete Nikomen 23 The Time for Love 25 The Lover's Tryst 27 Lyric Love 30 The Gladness of Love 31 The Blind God 33 Sweet My Love With Eyes of Blue - - - 35 E'er the Silver Cord Be Loosed - - - 37 A Boating Song 39 PoUy 40 The Fairest Maid of All 41 The Moon and the Sea 43 The Span of Life 44 The Land of Dreams 45 Dan Cupid 47 Sleighing 49 Life and Love 51 Love in the Cloisters 53 The Quest of Love ------ 55 CONTENTS PAGE Sing to Me, Sweetheart, Sing - - - 56 A Prayer for Thee 58 Sallie Lee . - - - . - 59 Winsome Nell -------62 Love and Song - 63 Alone in the World 64 The Power of Love 65 A Transformation 68 Love at the Gates of Death - - - - 69 Love Universal 72 A Dream Face 74 Summum Bonum 76 The Ecstasy of Love 77 Bitter-sweet - - 79 Golden Fancies - 81 The Paralysis of Love 82 Her Bewitched Violin 84 She Was a Lovely Dream - - - - 87 The Sky Is Enriched with Stars - - - 88 Bonnie Annie Laurie 89 A Mood 91 My Golden Winsome Fleurdelis - - - 93 Love Never Dies 95 Apollo Belvidere 96 The Maiden of All My Dreams - - - 99 AN OLD SWEEIJJEAET CF MU^ WHENEVER I THINK OF YOU A MATUTINAL ^HE day begins with a rosy dawn And colors of brightest hue; But brighter far those colorings are Whenever I think of you. And every valley and every hill That slowly comes to view Is blessed with light that's doubly bright Whenever I think of you. The birds are caroling in the trees — Their notes ring sweet and true; But sweeter far their carolings are Whenever I think of you. This one singeth an old old song, And that one trilleth a new — Both singer and song my joy prolong Whenever I think of you. The breath of the early morn is sweet, It lifts like incense too; \ft{ifcf^ieet^^ct5ielbfeatli. on the smiling teath '''*'*' ^ "-' Whenever I think of you. The fields are decked with many a flower Impearled with shining dew; But finer the flower and gayer the hour Whenever I think of you. The big round face of the jolly sun Looks out of his palace blue; But lovelier yet the sweet sunset Whenever I think of you; While fairy forms flit round my head And thrill me through and through; And rainbow gleams dance in my dreams Whenever I think of you. AN OLD SWEETHEART OF MINE GRACIOUS, GENTLE, LOVELY NELL Q GRACIOUS, gentle, lovely Nell ! My heart is lost to thee; The love that lies within thine eyes Awakens love in me; My being fills, with rapture thrills, The wildest joy I know; And every hour I bless the power Who could such love bestow. queenly, smiling, low- voiced Nell ! 1 hold thee in my heart; In form and face, in soulful grace, A fairy queen thou art; And every day I steal away To see thee passing by; My love for thee is strong and free. And shall be till I die. Ten thousand thousand Joys be thine, And then ten thousand more; May gladsome youth and peace and truth Be thine forevermore; ANNIE LAURIE The moon on high in yonder sky. The stars in glory shine, But brighter far than moon or star Are eyes that dance Hke thine. O gracious, gentle, lovel}' Nell, My heart is lost to thee; Thy love and life, my gentle wife, Are all the world to me; Thou art all fair, full rich and rare. The gift of heaven to me; Full sweet thou art within my heart, And evermore shalt be. 10 AN OLD SWEETHEART OF MINE HER PROMISE TRUE ^^ 'Twas there that Annie Laurie Gied me her promise true." ^HE beautiful stars of midsummer above her, The earth hushed to rest 'neath the new silver moon, I walked with my sweetheart, a glad-hearted lover, And whispered my story one clear night in June. The roadside was sweet with the breath of the clover, But sweeter by far was the bloom by my side; All my heart's joy, hope, and love brimming over. Poured from my lips in a passionate tide. There in the moonlight, the starlight, and silence. Modestly smiling she whispered consent, Pledged me her life with her love, and the silence Treasured our vows that to Heaven were sent. 11 ANNIE LAURIE Sweet as the light of a bright summer morning, Violets blooming and song birds afloat, All through the years her sweet promise adorning, She has been trilling that same clear rich note. Yet there on the roadside beside the sweet clover Memory lives in the thrill of that kiss; Stars, moon, and sky are the same the world over. But brightest the scene of that moment of bliss. 12 AN OLD SWEETHEART OF MINE SPRING'S SWEET MINSTRELSIES ^HE spring time's pulse beat thrills The leaf buds on the trees; Her rich warm life blood fills The blooms that lure the bees; From winter's deadly freeze Burst forth the murmuring rills, And every passing breeze Brings glory to the hills. And every living thing Beneath the heaven's blue Makes earth with praises ring Enraptured through and through. The splendors burst anew While untold myriads sing; Our hearts with gladness view The miracle of spring. The spring's sweet minstrelsies My dearest maid be thine; And may her melodies Ring in thy heart benign; 13 ANNIE LAURIE May love and joy divine, And all sweet things that please, Enrich thee. Heart of mine. With heavenly harmonies. And as the flower slips past Its sheath and shroud of death, Where winter bound it fast Till roused by spring's sweet breath, So, fair Elizabeth, Do thou, when earth is past, Slip through the gates of death To life and love that last. 14 AN OLD SWEETHEART OF MINE WE PLEDGED OUR FAITH FOR AYE ^HE harvest moon rose early, Low in the evening sky, When among the ricks of barley We pledged our faith for aye. We pledged our faith for aye, While the tuneful nightingale With music filled the woodlands As he told the tender tale. Our love with rapture thrilled us, The silent stars on high With gentle humors filled us, And love beamed in each eye. True love beamed in each eye, And our hearts beat warm and true, While the olden, golden gladness Of lovers thrilled us through. The silver moon was witness; - It whispered sweet consent To that eternal fitness Expressed in our intent. 15 ANNIE LAURIE It whispered sweet consent, And we pledged our faith for aye; All the glory of the summer Shone in her lovely eye. To the same bewitching sweetheart, Beneath the same sweet star. To that genial winsome sweetheart, My vows and pledges are. She is dearer, fairer far Than the vision in my eye When among the ricks of barley We pledged our faith for aye. 16 AN OLD SWEETHEART OF MINE ROSALIE, MY ROSALIE ^HOU art the rose of early dawn, Rosalie, my Rosalie. The sweetest rose the sun shines on, Rosalie, my Rosalie. The dews of May are on thy brow. The early spring smiles on thee now, Accept, dear heart, a lover's vow, Rosalie, my Rosalie. Thou art the rich sweet brier rose, Rosalie, my Rosalie, The rarest, sweetest bloom that grows, Rosalie, my Rosalie. Thy face is modest, sweet, demure. Thy heart is like the rose's — pure. Thy love is steadfast, firm and sure, Rosalie, my Rosalie. To thee, the rich sweet brier rose, Rosalie, my Rosalie — To thee my heart full tender goes, Rosalie, my Rosalie. 17 ANNIE LAURIE The fragrance of thy speech is mine, The music of thy voice is wine, And every gracious charm is thine, Rosahe, my RosaHe. O gentle sweetheart, gentler wife, Rosalie, my Rosalie. To thee I pledge my heart for life, Rosalie, my Rosalie. By all the stars that shine above. No rose was e'er so fair, my love. Thou dear sweet wife, I'm thinking of, Rosalie, my Rosalie. 18 AN OLD SWEETHEART OF MINE THE SOUL'S AWAKENING ; OHE knew the secrets of the wood, ; Where liver leaf or sweet arbutus rises, i And all the tender blooms and glad surprises Concealed like timid nuns beneath their hood; ^ She knew the squirrel's haunts, the nuts he J prizes, \ From what hid source the wood life gets it \ food, \ She knew the birds, their songs, and odd i disguises; i Yet knew not love, the richest, highest good, j But when sweet spring sends forth the leaves, j And buds give promise of June roses, J And fragrance steals through all the closes, I And birds sing under sheltered eaves, 1 She feels the joys that love, sweet love, discloses, '] And busily her lively fancy weaves .; A maze of dream wherein her heart reposes, ^ And finds the peace of quiet summer eves. ^ 19 ANNIE LAURIE And now in joyous major moods, Her heart pours forth its wild, sweet pleasure; In many a tender, tuneful measure She carols love's beatitudes; And as sweet songs beguile one's leisure, Or dulcet, charming interludes, Her lyric heart is my best treasure; Life's deepest joys her love includes. 20 AN OLD SWEETHEART OF MINE A HARVEST LOVE-SONG ^HE harvest moon shines in the sky, And lures us to the dance, ! The hght shines bright in Jeanie's eye, Then on with the harvest dance, ! Love lends life enchanting grace; Merrily beat the ground, 0! Life and love beam in each face; Merrily, cheerily dance, 0! Every star that shines above Is blinking on the dance, O ! And adds a glamour to the love That lurks within the dance, O ! Rich the yield of every field, Full rich the autumn tide, ! But richer far than wealth of field Is the gleam of the waltzer's eye, ! The frosty night is bright and clear. Happily, cheerily dance, ! Befoi-e the ending of the year I'll have a bonnie wife, ! 21 ANNIE LAURIE The dance is done, her heart is won, And Jeanie is my star, ! To wile me home where'er I roam, And to guide me when I'm far, ! 22 AN OLD SWEETHEART OF MINE XAIPETE NIKOMEN TXTE'LL buffet the storms of life, my love, And mock at chance and fate. We'll trust in God, till neath the sod, Our spirits shall conquer the irksome clod That fetters our souls elate. For you'll be mine, my own, my love, And I'll be yours for aye; Then merrily, cheerily on, my love. Through earth and sea and sky. The day may bring us rain, my love. Or the day may bring us shine; Through flood and fire, we'll never tire, The call of God to our hearts is ''Higher," The spirit is not for time. For you'll be mine, my own, my love, And I'll be yours for aye, Then merrily, cheerily on, my love, Through earth and sea and sky. 23 ANNIE LAURIE We have the vigor of youth, my love, In body and soul and mind; We'll pledge our truth, and trust our youth, And never a care will reck in sooth We'll battle until we're blind. For you'll be mine, my own, my love. And I'll be yours for aye; Then merrily, cheerily on, my love, Through earth and sea and sky. Then pluck up heart and sing, my love. Sing with heart and soul; We'll kiss the rod, with joy we'll plod, And love shall beckon us on to God, And heaven shall be our goal. For you'll be mine, my own, my love. And I'll be yours for aye; Then merrily, cheerily on, my love. Through earth and sea and sky. 24 AN OLD SWEETHEART OF MINE THE TIME FOR LOVE T^HEN the golden lads and the golden lasses Dance together upon the green, When the heart beats high and the sly glance passes, And the eye lights np with a merry sheen, When the May-pole song is in the air, O, then is the time for love, my fair, 'Tween the golden lads and the golden lasses Who dance together upon the green ! When the golden lads and the lasses merry Plight their troth in summer lanes. When the sun's kiss flames on the red rasp- berry. And the daisy longs for the soft warm rains. When the silent shadows dance alone, O, then is the time for love, my own. When the golden lads and the lasses merry Linger along the quiet lanes ! When the golden lads and the golden lasses, Among the ripened shocks of corn, 25 ANNIE LAURIE ^ Pull off the ears from the tall dead grasses, \ And lilt their love from early morn, I When the harvest moon shines clear above, ^ 0, then is the time for love, my love, \ And the golden lads and the golden lasses Pledge their love while shocking corn ! When the golden lads and lasses jolly ] Merrily dance with Yule tide joy, When the mistle-toe bough and the Christmas ] holly i Abash the maiden sweet and coy, ; Amid winter's mirth and winter's cheer, 0, then is the time for love, my dear, \ Nor count it weak, nor count it folly, ] To tell the tale with Yule tide joy. ] 26 AN OLD SWEETHEART OF MINE THE LOVER'S TRYST TX/'E met beneath the lindens, — They called it Lover's Lane — And our greeting was full tender As ever lovers' twain. Behind the hills the sunset With glory filled the sky, But there shone a sweeter radiance Within her tender eye. The arch of night was bending Above us lingering there, The gracious stars were lending A lustre soft and rare. Swift winged the hours vanished, The roadside flashed with dew. Still we loitered neath the lindens And spoke our pledges true. 27 ANNIE LAURIE Her warm true heart was sending Into her eyes a mist When I asked her with emotion Next night to keep the tryst. The Hnden leaves were dancing To hear our whispers low, Her face was grace entrancing Her words came sweet and slow. And while our hearts beat tender, The while her lips I kissed. We promised to remember Each night to keep the tryst. The days passed into summer True love beamed in her eye When we pledged our heart's devotion To keep the tryst for aye. Our irised dreams are ended, \ But the years have brought us bliss I Since we met beneath the lindens j And shared the lover's kiss. i 28 AN OLD SWEETHEART OF MINE We shall meet no more at sunset To wander down the lane, Her footfall sounds no longer, Her smile comes not again. On the hills in yonder church yard W e shall keep the tryst, my love. Side by side in yonder church yard With the silent stars above. We shall keep the tryst, dear sweetheart, Where the soul with rapture thrills, Far beyond the evening sunset, Far beyond the golden hills. 29 ANNIE LAURIE LYRIC LOVE XTARK to the lark, I To the lark in the meadow, j Calling his mate from the valley below, ] Caroling, caroling i Wildest of melodies, I Thrilled till his mad little body o'er flow! J Nesting and singing, or busily winging | His way across meadows and woodlands above, ] Oh the wild joy of his heart that goes ringing, j Noisily, cheerily telling his love ! I Oh the glad love, | The glad love that is welling, 5 Swelling my heart with its beauty and glow, ^ Whispering, murmuring Sweetest of harmoni es , | Filling my soul till its depths overflow! ] Like to the laik, to the lark that goes winging, I Telling his joy to the woodlands above, | Dances my heart till its raptures go ringing | Merrily, joyously singing its love. | ■ 1 30 AN OLD SWEETHEART OF MINE THE GLADNESS OF LOVE ^HE big round world is full of joy, And nature's heart is sweet and coy; The daisies dance in the fields of heather, The birds sing sweetly in tune together, So come, my love, let joy and grace Dance in thy heart, shine in thy face. The storm and the rain drops hurry by, The rainbow gleams in the sunny sky. The wind sighs soft in the tall tree tops, The leaves toss lightly the bright rain drops; So come, my love, let life and light Attune thy heart to visions bright. The clouds chase through the fields on high, The sunshine gladdens the blue blue sky. The lily, the rose, the clover cup. The grace and joy of life drink up; So come, my love, and learn with me The lilt of nature glad and free. 31 ANNIE LAURIE May all thy years with joy be rife, May glad sweet thrills of love and life, And summer dews, and summer skies Enrich thy soul, glow in thine eyes; So come, my love, let joy and grace Dance in thy heart, shine in thy face. 32 AN OLD SWEETHEART OF MINE THE BLIND GOD ^HE crafty, "winged, wary boy Who speeds his fiery darts, With twang of bow and deadly aim To pierce young lovers' hearts, Is blind to all a maiden's faults. And wears across his eyes A bandage tied, and ever thus His subtle trade he plies. His lovely ways and gracious wiles. His sweet and winsome arts, With deadly poison tip the barbs He aims at lovers' hearts. He starts a fire within the breast, And daily feeds the flame; With yearning, burning, wild desire He fills and thrills the same. The bitter-sweet, the pleasure-pain That in the bosom smarts. The crafty boy with sightless eyes And ceaseless cunning starts. 33 ANNIE LAUEIP: And with such aching arrows he Unerring fills the mind, One wonders that a lad so wise Should be so awful blind. 34 AN OLD SWEETHEART OF MINE SWEET MY LOVE WITH EYES OF BLUE r\ SWEET my love with eyes of blue, And the winning, winsome smile ! I'll journey along the way with you With never a weary mile; Together we'll travel the golden way That lovers have gone this many a day. The blithesome, gladsome, wholesome way That leadeth along to God. O sweet my love with eyes of blue, And the gentle, genial soul ! I'll gladly journey along with you Till we reach the shining goal. Then sweet my love with dancing eyes Above our heads the smiling skies Shall lure us to the golden prize Of love and life and God. O sweet my love with eyes of blue. And the winning, winsome smile ! I'll loiter along the road with you, And every care beguile. 35 ANNIE LAURIE ^ I'll cull you flowers with rare delight, '\ And weave them into a garland bright, — The reds and yellows, the blue, the white, \ The aster and golden rod. I sweet my love with eyes of blue, \ And the tender, smiling face ! i I'll journey along life's way with you, — Teach me your gentle grace. I And though the road wind up the hill, | We'll climb the summit with right good will, :< And joy shall gladden our hearts until ^ We sleep beneath the sod. \ ■ \ sweet my love with eyes of blue, \ And the winning winsome smile ! I I'll travel the winding way with you j With never a w^eary mile. j Along the road we'll run and race, \ Though sun and wind be in our face We'll run the course at a blinding pace, ; And then go home to God. 36 AN OLD SWEETHEART OF MINE E'ER THE SILVER CORD BE LOOSED Tj^'ER the moon and the stars be darkened, And the gathering cloud expands; E'er the grinders cease from grinding, And the mill wheel idly stands; E'er the walls of our house shall crumble, Its foundation laid in the sands; Let us build a house eternal, A house not made with hands. E'er the daughters of music shall perish, That gladden our hearts with mirth; And the almond tree shall flourish In its white little mound of earth; E'er the doors be shut and the windows In the house and land of our birth; Let us strive for a life that is perfect, A life of surpassing worth. E'er the pitcher break at the fountain, And our shattered hopes prove vain; E'er the wheel be down at the cistern. And the night begin in rain; 37 ANNIE LAURIE E'er the harp of life be string] ess, Or we halt on a single line; Let us sing a song that is faultless, A rhapsody all divine. E'er the silver cord be loosened By the gnawing effects of time; Or the golden bowl be broken That holds thy love and mine; E'er the vigor of youth be ended, And we bow beneath the strain; Let us prove a love that is deathless, With a passion akin to pain. 38 4 AN OLD SWEETHEART OF MINE A BOATING SONG 'pOW, row, boatman, row, Strongly pull the oar, ho! ho! Merrily cut the water, oh! Row, boatman, row. Merrily through the waters glide. Speeding away with wind and tide, The moon for a guide we ride, we ride, Row, boatman, row. Love is sweet and eyes are bright Under the vaulted arch of night, Moon, moon, hide your light. Row, boatman, row. Plighted troth was ne'er so sweet. Never a joy so near complete. The world is conquered beneath our feet, Row, boatman, row. Row, row, boatman, row, Happy of heart we homeward go, Pull with a will, yo, ho! heave ho! Row, boatman, row. 39 i ANNIE LAURIE POLLY TT7HEN light and lithesome Polly Went tripping down the lane, The little birds all sing to her, The pretty flowers all bowed to her, And every leaf did beckon her To dance and dance again. Her eye's blue full of summer, Her lip's red full of grace! — The berries nodded low to her, The violets were good to her, The wayside roses blushed to her, So fresh and fair her face! Now lithe and lightsome Polly Sleeps yonder in the lane. And still the birds all sing for her, The roses bloom and wait for her. The daisies mourn and fade for her Who never comes again. 40 AN OLD SWEETHEART OF MINE THE FAIREST MAID OF ALL npO the one who is the nearest In all the world to me I would pledge a love, the dearest, Through all eternity. She hath snared me with her glances, She hath slain me with her eyes. And my heart with rapture dances In a whirl of glad surprise. In the month of June I wooed her. In another June we wed ; For her head and heart I sued her. Won her hand, and heart, and head. In her face I see a glory That makes her heart its shrine; In her eyes I read a story That kindles joy in mine. 41 ANNIE LAURIE There's a tender, winsome sadness That lingers in her voice; In her smile there is a gladness That makes my heart rejoice. And her soul informs a beauty With grace and sweetness rife; Love's her law, and love's a duty; Law and love shall rule my life. She is like the star of morning. She shines so wondrous fair; Like the rose her cheek adorning. As rich and sweet and rare. How the winter's snows become her; Though the years have dimmed her eye, Still the warmth and glow of summer Dwell within her heart for aye. 42 AN OLD SWEETHEART OF MINE THE MOON AND THE SEA ^HE moon at the sea in a rapture was gazing Ages, long ages, ago; And the sea to the moon its own image uprising Murmured a love-song low. The moon was ensnared in the sea's surging bosom. The sea went in guest of the moon. While the moon wandered over the deep blue of heaven. The sea wandered after the moon. When the clouds veiled the face of the moon high in heaven. Loud was the moan of the sea; But it smiled with delight on the midsummer even When the moon wandered cloudless and free. As the love of the sea for the moon is enduring, Mine, love, for thee shall be so; As the love of the moon for the sea is alluring Thine, love, to me has been so. 43 i ANNIE LAURIE THE SPAN OF LIFE TDRIEF is the span of life allotted to us — A fleeting shadow, or a fading flower, A moth that weakly flutters in the sunlight, Or spreads its wings for one swift passing hour. Yet in that span what joys and sorrows thrill us, | What lofty hope, what spirit-heavy care! I We smile as children do o'er some new toy ori treasure, I Or weep with some deep, sudden, strong despair. I We lay our plans with merry shouts of laughter, | We build with joy, while love, sweet love, | inspires, We weep at last o'er heaped and tumbled ruins. O'er withered hopes, and baffled wild desires. Thou, whose heart is touched by our vain striving. When life is done, in that eternal day j Beyond the sunset; may we see Thee smiling, j And follow there the One True Builder's wayl| 44 AN OLD SWEETHEART OF MINE THE LAND OF DREAMS TN the land of dreams, the land of dreams, Where fancy flits and fancy gleams, Where rainbow tints and perfumes rare O'er-arch the sky and scent the air, — Ah! life is not just what it seems In the land of dreams, the land of dreams. In the land of dreams, of our waking dreams, Where peace abides and love's light streams, Where castles grand against the sky Enthuse the soul, enrich the eye, — Our life is not just what it seems In the land of dreams, the land of dreams. In the land of dreams, of our sleeping dreams, \Vhere strange lights shed uncanny beams, Where shapeless forms and groundless fears Deceive the heart, and start the tears, — Oh! life is not just what it seems, — In the land of dreams, the land of dreams. 45 ANNIE LAURIE In the land of dreams, the land of dreams, Where hopes rise high and fancy teems, Where visions sought and victories planned Allure the soul, make strong the hand, — Dear, what were we without our dreams, Without our life in the land of dreams. 46 AN OLD SWEETPIEART OF MINE DAN CUPID TIT HAT mighty spirit is this Riving my soul, and elate, Jubilant, promising bliss, Urging my being like Fate Driving her fettered ones straight Forward to Duty ? The spell Bindeth me fast like a great Angel, or demon from Hell. Longing and yearning the while, Fancies are rife in my brain Of her rich voice and her smile. Thrilling my heart once again Joy comes, a joy full of pain. Born of an excess of bliss, Heating the blood in my vein. What mighty Spirit is this ? Then to my soul comes a peace Bringing me rest, while my heart Whispers to let go the keys Of the blest palace of art, 47 ANNIE LAURIE Music, and mirth, and depart. Heeding the call from above; Let go my day dreams and start Swift on a journey of love. O the wild joy of the soul Waking to love ! How the fleet Witcheries quivering roll Over us like a flood. Sweet Ecstacy, sudden, complete, Filleth the heart, till, in thrall, Full at the worshipped one's feet, Mastered, submissive we fall. 48- AN OLD SWEETHEART OF MINE SLEIGHING '^IS a clear still night, And the stars shine bright, And the storm king is in hiding; O'er the calm white earth, 'Mid the jolliest mirth. Our sleigh goes smoothly riding. To the crack ! crack ! crack ! Of the snow white track. And the pitty, pitty, pat of the horses We glide along With shout and song, Or leap o'er the bounding courses. Our hearts beat free. And thrill with glee, With joy and jest abounding; We lift on high To the wintry sky Our voices loud resounding; 49 1 'i ANNIE LAURIE To the clink ! clink ! clink ! Of the sleigh belFs song, Mid the roar of mingled laughter, Away we go O'er the sparkling snow, And echo follows after. We race for the prize Of the two brown eyes Of the fair one gaily glancing; To the gleam and glow Of the lips aflow Our hearts begin a dancing; While the tinkling bells To the dear moon tells What hopes fond hearts are praying, 'Tis all made right 'Neath the bright star-light When lovers go a-sleighing. 5C AN OLD SWEETHEART OF MINE LIFE AND LOVE 1 Morning, ^ONDER the sun in his glory is rising, Dawn and her brightness are purpling the gray, Morning begins with her beauty surprising; Innocent childhood is God's bright new day. Love is the angel, the good angel leading Life like the dawn on the beautiful hills, Gently the gracious one leadeth us, pleading. Into the paths that the All-Father wills. 2 Noon, High in the heavens the great sun is riding. Blazing his pathway across the blue sky. Full day is come and the stars are in hiding. Manhood with vigor is mounting on high. Love stronger, sweeter, is still the good angel Leading life on in our manhood's full tide. Changing our harshness to sweetness, the angel Gives grace for hardness and beauty for pride. 51 ANNIE LAURIE S Night. Into the West sinks the sun all a-golden; Night winds are stealing up over the sea; Day dies at last, and lost is the olden Glory that brightened for you and for me. What of the daylight? What has life given ? Have we the toil of the course fitly done ? Love strongest, sweetest, replies, ^Thou hast striven The crown and the crowning thou hast truly won." 52 AN OLD SWEETHEART OF MINE LOVE IN THE CLOISTERS TV^-ATTHEW, Mark, Luke and John, Bless the ground that I walk on, Bless the priest and bless the people. Bless the church and bless the steeple. Matthew, Mark, Luke and John, Bless the ground that I walk on. Bless the Oh what lovely eyes Like the dusk in evening skies ! And her form, what airy grace ! What a soul shines in her face ! From the red lines of her lips To her blessed finger tips, — Ah Maria ! how divine ! She were counterpart of thine. How these greedy eyes beheld her ! How these arms did long to hold her! Treading these hard paving stones. Zounds ! a fire burns in my bones Kindled by the lightning flashes Of her eyes 'neath soft eyelashes. Curse the bishop's rigid rules ! 53 ANNIE LAURIE Curse the knaves and arrant fools Who prescribe us bread and water ! Zounds ! but what a charming daughter ! How the lovel}^ vision haunts me, Steals my rest, disturbs, torments me. Fronts me on the sacred pages Of the holy saints and sages; Rises up before me kneeling Where the Virgin's look appealing Shames me with her heavenly beauty Bids me shun the world for duty, Wakes me in the still night season, Robs me of my rest and reason. Till a voice speaks low within me Words that heal and woo and win me, Till my Lord, the meek and lowly, Visits me in visions holy. Stills the tumult in my bosom With the peace and calm of heaven — Matthew, Mark, Luke and John Bless the ground that I walk on, Bless the church and bless the steeple, Bless the priest and all the people. 54 AK OLD SWEETHEART OF MIKE THE QUEST OF LOVE ZITHER men may seek the bay and laurel, Win the myrtle wreath and evergreen. Theirs be all the chafing and the quarrel, Mine the love of you, my gentle queen. I shall struggle — aye and do a man's part In all the work the w^orld may have to do; Fame is not the motive of the true heart. Mine to have the love and praise of you. Men who miss the ivy, men who get it, While admiring crowds applaud or frown, Find its leaves have faded and regret it. You're my everlasting joy and crown. 55 ANNIE LAURIE SING TO ME, SWEETHEART, SING TF you know a song that is sweet and true, Sing it, my sweetheart, sing. Like soft caresses a song that blesses Becomes an uplifting thing. If you know a song with a cheerful tune, \ Sing it, my sweetheart, sing. 'Twill heal the sorrow our frail hearts borrow, ; And burdens will all take wing. If you know a song that is glad and strong, Sing it, my sweetheart, sing. Through God's glad heaven, His bright blue heaven, | Our spirits shall soar and sing. \ If you know a song that is soft and low, ; Sing it, my sweetheart, sing. Life's useless hurry and idle worry ; Will lose their aching sting. 56 AN OLD SWEETHEART OF MINE If you know a song with a gladsome ring, Sing it, my sweetheart, sing. The glad rich measure will sweeten pleasure, And joy to our dull lives bring. If you know a song that is rich and rare, Sing it, my sweetheart, sing. For never a singer was such a joy bringer, Sing to me, sweetheart, sing. 57 ANNIE LAUEIE A PRAYER FOR THEE T~\EAR one, loved one, far off, yet ever near, For thee my heart repeats this prayer sincere : May He who led the Blessed Virgin through the land Uphold thee with his kindly powerful hand; May He who marks the sparrow in its fall Be swift to bring thee aid when thou shalt call; May He who stilled the storm on Galilee Allay the anxious thoughts that come to thee; May He who blessed the lily of the field Inspire thy life with all that love can yield. 58 AN OLD SWEETHEART OF MINE SALLIE LEE ^HERE'S a gentle, brown-eyed maiden 1 Waits for me, waits for me; She's a merry-hearted maiden, Sallie Lee, Sallie Lee; And I own her power entrancing When I see the love light glancing, From her eyes with rapture dancing, Sallie Lee, Sallie Lee. I first met her at the ferry, Sallie Lee, Sallie Lee; She was modest, she was merry, Sallie Lee, Sallie Lee; Yes, I met her at the ferry, She was modest, she was merry, She was ruddy as a cherry, Sallie Lee, Sallie Lee. Yonder sun was sinking slowly O'er the hills, Sallie Lee; 59 i AN OLD SWEETHEART OF MINE When I saw the vision holy, Sallie Lee, Sallie Lee; Yes, the sun was sinking slowly When I saw the vision holy Of a maiden sweet and lowly, Sallie Lee, Sallie Lee. As the shades of night were falling, Sallie Lee, Sallie Lee, I could hear the crickets calling, ^'Sallie Lee, Sallie Lee;" And my bliss was past recalling When the echoes softly falling Murmured low the cricket's calling, *^ Sallie Lee, Sallie Lee.'' The nightingale was singing, ^^ Sallie Lee, Sallie Lee; " And he set the woodlands ringing, '^Sallie Lee, Sallie Lee; " Heart to heart was fondly clinging As the nightingale went winging Through the woodlands sweetly singing, ^^ Sallie Lee, Sallie Lee." She's a tender, brown-eyed maiden Fair to see, fair to see; 60 ANNIE LAURIE She's a gracious-hearted maiden, Sallie Lee, Sallie Lee; Though our heads are old and hoary, Oh, the olden golden glory That lights up that old love-story, Sallie Lee, Sallie Lee! 61 ANNIE LAURIE WINSOME NELL T^ITHIN my soul I reared a throne Where she might reign supreme, alone, With sweet devotion knelt to pay The homage she might thrust away. An altar next I builded, she ] Was radiant with all charms to me, I And there with rapt, beseeching eyes ; I offered daily sacrifice. ; She took the gifts I offered her, j And gently raised the worshipper, j And now within her heart I dwell, \ The heart of lovely winsome Nell. \ 62 AN OLD SWEETHEART OF MINE ,<; "i I LOVE AND SONG I ^npHE soul of a singer that soars J Escapes both metre and measure; \ Bind him who can and will, j He roams the wide world at pleasure; : The songs that well from his heart .; Are born of the spirit in silence I Issuing thence into life i Forth from the Infinite presence. I The soul of a mortal that loves ] Defies all rhythm and reason, — ) A tangle of wild delights, •' Of infinite pains without reason ; i Feelings too fine for speech, | Longings elusive, unbidden; '[ Ever beyond one's reach j Is the mystery subtle and hidden. ; 63 ANNIE LAURIE ALONE IN THE WORLD OOME day a voice Will call from the skies above Saying, '^ His time to sleep." Love, One of us then shall turn the eyes, And answer that voice calling from the skies, Our hands shall clasp, and after sweet good-byes, Shall sever all the old dear tender ties. One of us shall, which one ? Some day a hand Will part us on the way; One to share eternal day, And one, bereft of all sweet love's demand. Lonely there in the road shall stand. And, weeping, stretch a helpless hand To one who watches in the spirit land. Which shall it be, which one ? 64 AN OLD SWEETHEART OF MINE THE POWER OF LOVE T^ EAR Heart, the love that burns within our bosoms, That brings such wealth of happiness and bliss, Shall beautify the heaven we reach to-morrow, While lending deep significance to this. The faith that clings to lofty spirit yearnings. And holds within its grasp the things of truth, That triumphs over doubt, and sin, and sorrow. Our love shall strengthen with the strength of youth. The hope that soars the topmost heights of glory. That, rising boldly, tramples every fear, That lifts the soul to grander higher levels, Our love shall surely brighten year by year. 65 ANNIE LAURIE The peace, that, like a quiet evening sunset, Lights up a golden glory in the sky, That brings a precious gentle benediction. Our love shall deepen, soften, glorify. The trust that never faults nor frets a lover, But confident abides through every test, That grounds itself deep in another's honor, Our love shall deepen into perfect rest. The charity that hides another's failings, That faithful proves in spite of all defects. That heals with sweet forgiveness every error, Our love ennobles, justifies, perfects. The joy that beats in gladsome, tuneful measure, And with its rousing cadence stirs the soul, That has its hidden springs in righteous pleasure. Our love shall gladden, brighten and control. The will that moves to earnest strong endeavor, That plants itself on right, and never swerves. That urges on to do one's simple duty, Our love shall guide w4th strong and steady nerves. 66 AN OLD SWEETHEART OF MINE j The life that serves all holy, high ideals, ) That longing, yearning, striving looks to God, | That holds in trust His gracious gifts and : blessings, \ Our love shall lift above the crumbling clod. : 1 And so all grace and beauty, wisdom, power, \ And whatsoever gifts His love imparts, i Our love to high and holy ends inspires, \ And wakes a nobler purpose in our hearts. | 67 ANNIE LAURIE A TRANSFORMATION OINCE first I saw the soul that lies Within thy gracious earnest eyes, My own has been made clear to see The need of greater grace in me. 68 AN OLD SWEETHEART OF MINE LOVE AT THE GATES OF DEATH ^ T^UMB by her side I sat, speechless and weary; ] Gone were the hopes of years, smiling and \ fair; | She whom I'd loved seemed lost, slain by the .: fever, \ Not once she spoke to me lone weeping there. ; 1 Once gladness filled her heart; joy like the ■ summer i Danced in her lovely eyes tender and true; ■ Hushed was her gentle voice; and, in the ; silence, \ Waiting the will of God closer we drew. ; Weeks had we waited there, vainly we watched ] her; : Closed was her lovely eye, her breathing slow; '\ There on her love I mused, longing and \ yearning j . For one sweet word of hope, I loved her so. \ \ 69 i ANNIE LAURIE ] Then on my inner eye flashed all her beauty, j All her soul's radiant goodness anew, i All the sweet deeds she did proved how she loved me, i All the kind words she spoke then thrilled me i through. \ Dumb with despair and gloom, lonely, for- \ saken, ! Kneeling beside her couch strongly I prayed, \ When lo ! she oped her eyes, vanquished the \ fever ! \ Faith, hope and love returned bright with j the day. \ Out through the open door stole the death ; angel, 1 Joy like a ray of light broke through the \ gloom, I Back from the jaws of death closing behind her n Came the sweet life I loved, cheating the \ tomb. \ \ Now to my heart she speaks softly and gently, j All the great love she has filling her voice j Lifts her sweet eyes to mine, tender, entreating, I Bids me toil bravely on, work and rejoice. | I 70 I I AN OLD SWEETHEART OF MINE All through my life she'll go singing forever, Part of my very self, deathless and free; Her soul from my soul nothing can sever, Best bliss of Eden by Heaven's decree. 71 ANNIE LAURIE LOVE UNIVERSAL T^HAT subtle mysteries Great Nature speaks to all ! With what wild witcheries She holds our hearts in thrall ! She holds our hearts in thrall With weirdest phantasies, With hungers that appall, With empty vanities. 'Neath leafy canopies The feathered tribes are found, Their carroled colloquies Through all the woods resound. Through all the woods resound Their tuneful melodies; And echo round and round Their lyric symphonies. Beneath the arching frieze With many flossy lines Its gauzelike filagrees The spider swift designs. 72 AN OLD SWEETHEART OF MINE She weaves her bright designs Of silken traceries O'er bush and porch and vhie And hidden galleries. Through vast immensities The stars bend round the pole; In shining galaxies They, singing, onward roll. They onward forward roll With matchless minstrelsies That fill the great world-soul With deathless harmonies. O Life, O Love, if these Such joyous gladness find, What rich, sweet melodies Should ring within the mind ! There thrill within the mind Such joyous symphonies That life's great end we find In love's humanities. 73 ANNIE LAURIE A DREAM FACE lyT'EARS, years ago, With one whose love ne'er fades, As a little child I played, My heart aglow. Years, years ago, In field flowers rich arrayed. My heart he oft had made With joy overflow. Seen through the years. Now that my head is grayed, And life is stern and staid, It brings the tears. Years, years ago. Our hearts then unafraid From love's law ne'er had strayed, Nor felt a blow. 74 AN OLD SWEETHEART OF MINE Years, years ago, In a little room I prayed, That God who all things swayed Would spare us woe. The distant years, Now that life's debt is paid. And he to rest is laid. Oft bring the tears. 75 ANNIE LAURIE SUMMUM BONUM ^HE best of all that earth imparts Is just the love of human hearts, The steadfast trust that never cloys, Nor tires with simple homely joys. The common love that throbs and thrills Within the soul that virtue fills Is like an anchor to the soul, When passion's billows o'er us roll. O blest are they and nobly wise Who find the bliss of paradise In lowly hearts, and daily prove A humble faith and constant love ! AN OLD SWEETHEART OF MINE THE ECSTASY OF LOVE J k yp[ lips, thy lips I Pressed close together- | Light as a feather — Two hearts are one. Soul, hast thou felt the bliss ? Hath earth a joy like this ? Ecstacy in a kiss — j There, the deed's done ! j My hand, thy hand | Clasped thus forever — | Joy beyond measure i Filling the Hfe. j Who tell the whole of it ? \ Oh the wild joy of it ! I Never to part from it — • Husband and wife ! I ANNIE LAURIE Dear heart, sweetheart, Thy life with mine, My life with thine, Deeply imbedded— Earth holds no greater prize; Thus we shall win the skies; Into our heaven rise. Welded and wedded. 78 AN OLD SWEETHEART OF MINE BITTER-SWEET npOGETHER we have blended pain and pleasure, Drunk the cup of mingled Joy and woe, Danced the lilt of life in changing measure, Learned its cadence running high and low. Visions bright and lovely grief has saddened, Stealing unaware upon us, dear. Hearts bowed down with sorrow joy has gladdened. Driving from us peril, pain and fear. Pale-eyed care with features wan and weary Sat beside us morning, noon and night, Threatened us with loss and, sad and dreary. Stole away our gladness and delight. Sweet-voiced joy then sought us in our mourn- ino" Sang us songs that cheered our darkened hour, Sweeter grew^ her singing in the morning. As the smiling sun lifts up the flower. 79 ANNIE LAURIE Thorns and roses strew the pathway ever, Weeping, laughter, sojourn side by side. Thorns may serve to baffle our endeavor, But the roses only shall abide. Joys have lightened all our petty sorrow, Tears have changed to priceless pearls and gems. Both will brighten softly on the morrow Into starry crowns and diadems. 80 AN OLD SWEETHEART OF MINE GOLDEN FANCIES ^HE wild rose bursting its pinken petals, Scenting the air with its mild perfume; The violets waking from sleep in the meadow, Spreading a carpet from nature's loom; The red robin trilling his April measures, Filling the woodlands wild with tune; The nightingale winging away to her treasures, Telling her joy to the listening moon; The day dawn that chases the fleeing shadows, Flooding with gladness the night's deep gloom; The sunshine that dances with joy on the heather, Snared by the dew on the flowers in bloom; The tender depths of the sky's blue in Summer, As slowly the days lengthen out in June; — These are the fancies in which I enshrine thee, Queen of my life and its richest boon. 81 ANNIE LAURIE THE PARALYSIS OF LOVE r^HE soul of man like a golden harp Is strung with emotions fine That respond to the touch of a player's hand In melodies soft, divine. With rh3^thmic beat, and in major mood Its music is all afire, Expressing in many an interlude Its hidden and deep desire. In the days of youth when hope soars high, The music is rich and strong, And love is the chief of the wild desires That waken the soul with song. And love is the best of the golden strings And love has the sweetest power To lure the soul on to higher things And quicken its flight each hour. But age comes on and the heart grows chill By the storms of winter swept. And away goes the joy of the glad wild thrill Of the feelings that long have slept; 82 AN OLD SWEETHEART OF MINE For over the heart of the human soul As over the heart of earth The flowers of feeling first grow, then fade, And death follows fast on birth. No longer to love as we used to love E' er the soul had been nipped by the frost, And to see all the strings of the harp hang limp Or jangled and twisted and cross' t. To see all the feelings within us die, And our spirits grow mute and still, — Ah ! this is a drama too dark and deep For all but the Father's will. 83 ANNIE LAURIE HER BEWITCHED VIOLIN OHE played upon her violin, The soul of music was within, It thrilled one's heart with memories rife Of hope, and joy, and love, and life, And mingled dreamy mysteries With subtle, secret witcheries. Her thrilling, singing violin A dryad has his home within, That left the wood when fell the tree, And wandered homeless, friendless, free, Till now he makes his home within Her weeping, laughing violin. Oh violin ! sweet violin ! What rare old tunes there are within Thy heart, heard long ago when grew Thy fibres, vibrant through and through 84 AN OLD SWEETHEART OF MINE With woodland notes, and mystic runes That dryad hums, or wood sprite croons; Such tunes of airy, Hvely grace As jolly cupids dance apace; And then such tunes of minor moods As when sad winds steal through the woods ;- Joy, and est, and mirth, and laughter, Passion, pathos coming after! That violin, her violin. What witchery there was within, Its tones were richer than the flute. Its accents softer than the lute, It whispered messages of love. It sighed and sang of life and love, The love that trembled on her lips, And thrilled her to the finger tips, Till in my soul the music lingers Played by her light supple fingers On my heart strings, vibrant, singing, Love's sweet joys unto me bringing! Whene'er she plays her violin My soul is all afire within; While, lo ! to see it press her cheek', I envy so I scarce can speak, 85 ANNIE LAURIE The music blending with my feeling, While all mj senses go a-reeling; Such mysteries haunt my being, till My heart is slave to her sweet will; She has such binding power within Her violin, sweet violin! 86 AN OLD swp:etheart of mine SHE WAS A LOVELY DREAM AH! she was a lovely dream The gods let fall from the sky, And deep in my heart did the arrows smart That shot from her twinkling eye. I saw her first at the ford; She pulled her bonnet away; 'Twas love at a glance, my heart did dance, And heaven seemed drawing nigh. The birds in the trees above Made merry they knew not why; From all their throats their silvery notes Called to us as we passed by. But I was timid and slow, And John was quick and spry; His vows were said and they were wed, And I was a goose was I. 87 ANNIE LAURIE i THE SKY IS ENRICHED WITH STARS \ ^HE sky is enriched with stars, 1 The sea has a million pearls, ^ But better than all the pearls or stars, I Are our three little sunny girls. ] Like the light in a million stars, ] Like the purity in sea pearls, : Are the smiling lips and the tender eyes \ Of our three merry-hearted girls. \ ■i For their eyes shine as bright as stars, ] Or distil great drops like pearls, '\ Yes, better than all the pearls or stars ] Are our brown-eyed, blue-eyed girls. 88 AN OLD SWEETHEART OF MINE BONNIE ANNIE LAURIE npHEY pitched their tents on yonder plain Singing Annie Laurie; They pitched their tents to the glad refrain, Bonnie Annie Laurie. The sentinel paced his weary round Singing Annie Laurie; He measured the distance on the ground Singing Annie Laurie. The wind was murmuring in the pines Bonnie Annie Laurie; List to the lilt of the lazy lines Bonnie Annie Laurie. She was the girl that loved him best, Bonnie Annie Laurie; Thinking of her his heart was blest, Dear sweet Annie Laurie. ANNIE LAURIE | % He dreamed of war and home by turn ] And bonnie Annie Laurie; i She'd wait her soldier's safe return, ] Faithful Annie Laurie. i And ever the heart of the soldier lad Singing Annie Laurie Was stirred by the thought of the maiden glad, Dear sweet Annie Laurie. But in a new grave beneath the hill Bonnie Annie Laurie Is waiting her soldier laddie still Who sang of Annie Laurie. 90 ! .1 AX OLD SWEETHEART OF MINE A MOOD T^E sit in the shadow thinking, Yet our hearts are far away, And the light in our sky is sinking, So close, so close to-day. We talk of the things abiding. So close, so close to-day. Yet each from the other is hiding His soul which is far away. Something has changed your manner. Yet we sit so close to-day, We are not beneath love's banner, And our joy has passed away. Your looks and tones grow colder. Though you clasp me close to-day. And my fears grow big and bolder. Till they drive my peace away. 91 ANNIE LAURIE Yet you vow you love me truly, And you pledge your faith, you say, Can I take your promise fully, And trust you day by day ? I know not what comes o'er me, I know your heart to-day Is true. The trouble's in me, My heart is wrong to-day. 92 AN OLD SWEETHEART OF MINE MY GOLDEN WINSOME FLEURDELIS IVyfY golden, winsome fleurdelis I wear thee in my heart; Within this shrine 1^11 keep thee mine By every gentle art. The heavens above are blue, my love, And bright blue are thine eyes, Thy smiling face wears tenderer grace Than a summer in Paradise. Had I the gift of minstrelsy, Or could my feelings voice, I'd sing a song of love to thee. Thou dear one of my choice. I'd sing the rose that fragrant grows 'Neath tender summer skies. The fairy dells and bright blue bells That bloom in Paradise. 93 ANNIE LAURIE A dainty, dancing chansonette I would with rapture try, Whose beauty you should ne'er forget My charming Lorelei. The pearly dew is clear and true. And crystal clear art thou. Thou bring' st me rest within my breast Where I do wear thee now. 94 AN OLD SWEETHEART OF MINE LOVE NEVER DIES T OVE never dies. It's very essence Is divine, and cannc)t die. It springs immortal from His presence Who is all love, and dwell eth nigh. Our erring hearts know not its power To vitalize each needy age; Frail children ! we forget our dower, And spurn our blessed heritage. Within the soul of every mortal There flames a spark of love divine, That darted out of heaven's portal And lodged within its human shrine. And as beneath the leaves and mosses Arbutus hides its blossoms sweet, So hearts reveal beneath life's crosses A love as fragrant, tender, meet. 95 ANNIE LAURIE APOLLO BELVIDERE r\F old Apollo walked the glades Of sylvan bosky Arcadie, The while his voice beneath those shades Awoke a glorious harmony; It thrilled the heroes into life, More godlike than they erst had known, And made them with great purpose rife To gain a beauty like his own: — A beauty not alone of form, Nor outward grace, nor strength of limb; Apollo's followers sought the norm Of that soul-grace they found in him. They coveted the godlike poise, The equal mind, the fearless heart, The active peace true love enjoys, The charity that's life's best art. A Roman sculptor dreamed of him — Apollo of the godlike mind — And soon a block of stone did trim To wake the soul that lurked behind; 96 AN OLD SWEETHEART OF MINPZ The people saw the form and soul, And cried, ^'The god himself is here" ! And now we call this beauteous whole, Our own ' ' Apollo Belvidere. ' ' Thy form is like his, O my own ! My lover with the human mind ! The spirit that informed that stone Is kin to that thy form outlined I wish for thee his godlike poise, His equal mind, his fearless heart, The active peace true love enjoys The charity that's life's great art. I wish thee more than Grecian god Or Roman artist hath conceived; The footsteps that the Christus trod, The life the Nazarene hath lived, May they be thine; and mayst thou teach A clearer faith, a love more broad, A manhood that shall dare to reach And strive to see our Master's God. 97 ANNIE LAURIE And be thy character, dear one, The strongest, tend' rest, sweetest, best, The product of thy pure deeds done; Thy soul be full of holiest rest; Be thine arm strong; thy mind be clear; Be thy heart warm, thy spirit free; To God's own life live ever near, And so envizage Christ to me. 98 AN OLD SWEETHEART OF MINE THE MAIDEN OF ALL MY DREAMS T\0 you know the name of my sweetheart ? Have you marked what an atmosphere Of summer and song and sunshine She carrieth all the year ? She weareth the holy garments Of purity, peace and light, She's lissome and fair, she's radiant and rare, She haunteth me day and night. She comes to my soul unbidden. She hides in my heart of hearts, Where the silent thought lurks hidden She worketh her magic arts; And into the delicate fabric Of every vision, it seems, She weaveth a spell that bindeth me well, This maiden of all my dreams. In the midst of the noisy tumult And rush of the market place, She follows me with the glances That glow on her winsome face; 99 ANNIE LAURIE And a thousand ways I can fancy I'll tell her the tender tale, Yet I know by my heart when I meet her apart My courage will surely fail. Do you know the name of this maiden Who holdeth my heart in thrall, Whose beautiful soul is laden With laughter, and love, and all ? Her comforting speech is golden, And she is the soul of my soul, And memory still shall treasure her till The judgments of God unroll. 100 ••• :• • .• •• • • • • • •• > • •• • • • ••' •• • • '•" • • ( UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LIBRARY This book is DUE on the last date stamped below. 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