The candid morn already lifts on high
her peaceful brow; already the eastern sky
is flooded with resplendency of rays
that lights up the whole countenance of heaven.

As if dismayed the shadows fly away
to the opposing verge. I seem to feel
our globe, that even now was as though held
suspended in the heavy hand of night,
turn on its massy axles. In an instant
the world entire is astream with joy.

Pleasurable spectacle! What eyes,
what breast can contemplate the blessed day
and not be moved by its miraculous light?

O can ye sew cushions?
Or can ye sew sheets?
An' can ye sing ba-la-loo
When the bairnie greets?

An' hee an' ba, birdie,
An' hee an' ba, lamb,
An' hee an' ba, birdie,
My bonnie wee man.

Hee O, wee O, what'll I do wi' ye?
Black is the life that I lead wi' ye;
Owre mony o' ye, little to gie ye,
Hee O, wee O, what'll I do wi' ye?

Now hush-a-ba, lammie,
An' hush-a-ba, dear;
Now hush-a-ba, lammie,
Thy minnie is here;
The wild wind is ravin',
Thy minnie's heart's sair;
The wild wind is ravin',

" We that so long have held each other dear,
Join hands, Beloved; purposing to be
One hand and life, one effort and career,
One soul and self, into Eternity. "

Can the lover share his soul,
Or the mistress show her mind;
Can the body beauty share,
Or lust satisfaction find?

Marriage is but keeping house,
Sharing food and company,
What has this to do with love
Or the body's beauty?

If love means affection, I
Love old trees, hats, coats and things,
Anything that's been with me
In my daily sufferings.

Can life's best consciousness of joy
Quite charm the soul without alloy?
Or will its hidden depths be stirred
All unawares, by some chance word,
To deep regret or nameless pain,
With fev'rish yearning in its train?

Ay! as the shadows fleck the grass
When through his courts the Sun doth pass,
So in the measure Life must dole
To th' insatiate, asking soul,
Shade gives to bloom its best relief,
Joy comes the sweeter after grief.

Each struggle toward a clearer light,
Each noble impulse unto right

Can it be true, that we can meet,
As other strangers in the street;
No deep emotions quickly rise,
No hidden language in our eyes,
No sudden crimson-mantled cheek,
No thrilling word of pleasure speak?

Yes! Thine was love of yesterday;
This morning found it far away,
In search of newer conquests gone,
Leaving me desolate and lone,
In vain I sought to break the spell,
My strenuous efforts fruitless fell.

The cloud o'erspread my sunny sky,
And settled slowly like a pall,
And clad my life in misery,

Can I, who have for others oft compil'd
The Songs of Death, forget my sweetest child,
Which like a flow'r crusht, with a blast is dead,
And ere full time hangs downe his smiling head,
Expecting with cleare hope to live anew,
Among the Angels fed with heav'nly dew?
We have this signe of Joy, that many dayes,
While on the earth his struggling spirit stayes,
The name of Jesus in his mouth containes,
His only food, his sleepe, his ease from paines.
O may that sound be rooted in my mind,
Of which in him such strong effect I find.

Can I not sin, but thou wilt be
My private protonotary?

Can a sad song take the place of crying?
Can peering in the distance take the place of going home?
I think with longing of the old village,
my spirits downcast, fretful and forlorn
I want to go home but there's no one there,
I want to cross the river but there is no boat —
thoughts in my heart I can find no words for,
like cartwheels going round in my belly!

De Camptown ladies sing dis song
Doo dah! doo dah!
De Camptown racetrack five miles long
Oh! doo dah day!
I come down dah wid my hat caved in
Doo dah! doo dah!
I go back home wid a pocket full of tin
Oh! doo dah day!
Gwine to run all night!
Gwine to run all day!
I'll bet my money on de bobtail nag,
Somebody bet on de bay.

De long tail filly, and de big black hoss
Doo dah! doo dah!
Dey fly de track, and dey both cut across
Oh! doo dah day!
De blind hoss sticken in a big mud hole
Doo dah! doo dah!

The campion white
Above the grass
Her lamps doth light
Where fairies pass.

Softly they show
The secret way,
Unflickering glow
For elf and fay.

My little thought
Hath donned her shoe,
And all untaught
Gone dancing too.

Sadly I peer
Among the grass
And seem to hear
The fairies pass.

But where they go
I cannot see,
Too faintly glow
The lamps for me.

My thought is gone
With fay and elf,
We mope alone,
I and myself.