The golden treasury of American songs and lyrics . in dreams;Arid >iOi>der Wy fondling the broke castle-wall,It p^ upon iny heart till the wild tears fall. Tlic- abindoor looks down a furze-lighted hill, \iM^ far ?« Leighlin Cross the fields are green and 3tin •,-^vt once I hear the blackbird in Leighlin hedges call,^^e foolishness is on me, and the wild tears fall. L. I. GUINEY. 271 AMERICAN SONGS AND LYRICS. / ^ 17HEN I am standing on a mountain crest, Or hold the tiller in the dashing spray,My love of you leaps foaming in my breast,Shouts with the winds and sweeps to their he
The golden treasury of American songs and lyrics . in dreams;Arid >iOi>der Wy fondling the broke castle-wall,It p^ upon iny heart till the wild tears fall. Tlic- abindoor looks down a furze-lighted hill, \iM^ far ?« Leighlin Cross the fields are green and 3tin •,-^vt once I hear the blackbird in Leighlin hedges call,^^e foolishness is on me, and the wild tears fall. L. I. GUINEY. 271 AMERICAN SONGS AND LYRICS. / ^ 17HEN I am standing on a mountain crest, Or hold the tiller in the dashing spray,My love of you leaps foaming in my breast,Shouts with the winds and sweeps to their heart bounds with the horses of the plunges in the wild ride of the night,Flaunts in the teeth of tempest the large gleeThat rides out Fate and welcomes gods to , love, I laugh aloud for love of that our love is fellow to rough weather, —No fretful orchid hothoused from the hale and hardy as the highland in the wind that stings and thrills,Comrade of ocean, playmate of the hills. R. HOVEY. 272. RICHARD HOVEY AT GIBRALTAR. (^f (Bifitattat. PNGLAND, I stand on thy imperial ground,Not all a stranger; as thy bugles blow, I feel within my blood old battles flow, —The blood whose ancient founts in thee are surging dark against the Christian bound Wide Islam presses; well its peoples know Thy heights that watch them wandering below;I think how Lucknow heard their gathering turn and meet the cruel turbaned face; England, tis sweet to be so much thy son!I feel the conqueror in my blood and race; Last night Trafalgar awed me, and to-dayGibraltar wakened; hark, thy evening gun Startles the desert over Africa! IL Thou art the rock of empire, set mid-seas Between the East and West, that God has built;Advance thy Roman borders where thou wilt, While run thy armies true with His decrees. 273 AMERICAN SONGS AND LYRICS. Law, justice, liberty, — great gifts are these ; Watch that they spread where English blood isspilt
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