Complete poems of ColJohn AJoyce ... . efrain —God wUls that man shall live again! 49 KISSING OER THE BARS. [A song. Dedicated to Gypsy Kroh.] I had a little sweetheart, her name was Jennie Lee;We met down by the brooklet, and by the waters free ;We clasped and kissed each other, beneath the rising stars —Our hearts kept tune together while kissing oer the bars. Although the years have left me and I am old and gray,I cant forget the gloaming that long since passed away;Yet while my life is wasting and marked by many scars,I m standing by the brooklet and kissing oer the bars! Often in the even
Complete poems of ColJohn AJoyce ... . efrain —God wUls that man shall live again! 49 KISSING OER THE BARS. [A song. Dedicated to Gypsy Kroh.] I had a little sweetheart, her name was Jennie Lee;We met down by the brooklet, and by the waters free ;We clasped and kissed each other, beneath the rising stars —Our hearts kept tune together while kissing oer the bars. Although the years have left me and I am old and gray,I cant forget the gloaming that long since passed away;Yet while my life is wasting and marked by many scars,I m standing by the brooklet and kissing oer the bars! Often in the evening when I gaze across the sea. My soul is filled with rapture for home and Jennie Lee; And though a lonely exile exposed to jolts and jars, I m kissing, fondly kissing, my sweet Jennie oer the bars! She left me in the morning when life was young and true •Her spirit shines upon me from yonder bounding blue;And though the world rebukes me with many winds and heart and soul feel rapture while kissing oer the bars I *¥ 50. Our hearts kept tune together vhile Haeing oer tlu bars GOD IS NEAR. [Dedicated to Rev. David Wills, of Georgia.] God is near upon the ocean, God is near upon the land;He is All, both rest and motion — We are only grains of mites upon lifes billow, May-flies buzzing out the hour,Dreams upon a fevered pillow, Dewdrops on a withered waiting for to-morrow, That has never come to we live in joy and sorrow, Chasing phantoms as vie pleasure, chasing greatness. Over tangled walks and waves;But we learn the bitter lateness Just before we find our is nigh with fairy fingers. Tracing sunbeams on the way;Magic memory ever lingers. Busy with the bygone and death are but the portals To a realm of endless rest;God is working through his mortals; All in some way shall be blessed I THE other lands beyond the seaMy thoughts will often turn to thee;And gazing oer the billows crestMy heart
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