I love her, she knows,
And my action confessed it.
She gave me a rose,
And I kissed it and pressed it.
Ah, how my heart glows,
Could I ever have guessed it?
It is fair to suppose
That I might have repressed it:
She gave me a rose,
And I kissed it and pressed it.
‘T was a rhyme in life’s prose
That uplifted and blest it.
Man’s nature, who knows
Until love comes to test it?
She gave me a rose,
And I kissed it and pressed it.
‘T was de beatness kin’ o’ doin’sDat evah I did see.Of cose I had to be dahIn de middle o’ de crowd,An’ I hallohed wid de othahs,Wen de speakah riz and bowed.I was kind o’ disapp’intedAt de smallness of de man,Case I ‘d allus pictered great folksOn a mo’ expansive plan;But I t’ought I could…
So I, whose soul doth know thy wondrous worthLook longing up to thee as to a star.
Our fields have felt no killing blight,Our bins are filled with goodly store.From pestilence, fire, flood, and swordWe have been spared by thy decree,And now with humble hearts, O Lord,We come to pay our thanks to thee.We feel that had our merits beenThe measure of thy gifts to us,We erring children, born of sin,Might not…
So unto Grief he spake, ‘What right hast thouTo part or parcel of this heart?’ Grief’s browWas darkened with the storm of inward strife;Thrice smote he Love as only he might dare,And Love, pride purged, was chastened all his life.
When you were by my side, love,To list its gentle flow.I saw your eyes a-shining,I felt your rippling hair,I kissed your pearly cheek, love,And had no thought of care.And gay or sad the music,With subtle charm replete;I found in after years, love‘Twas you that made it sweet.For standing where we heard it,I hear again the…
I done fu’got de joy an’ cheahWe knowed all kin’s o’ weddahs,I done fu’got each ol’-time hymnWe ust to sing in meetin’;I ‘s leahned de prah’s, so neat an’ trim,De preachah keeps us ‘peatin’.Hang a vine by de chimney side,An’ one by de cabin do’;An’ sing a song fu’ de day dat died,De day of…
