Yonder stands the hillside chapel

It seems to chill you through and throughWith a strange and speechless fear.‘T is the voice of the night that broods outsideWhen folk should be asleep,And many and many’s the time I’ve criedTo the darkness brooding far and wideOver the land and the deep:Whom do you want, O lonely night,That you wail the long hours…

And some prefer the strikingAnd the loud in womankind;Wee Madge is wooed of many,And buxom Kate, as well,And Jennie–charming Jennie–Ah, Jennie doesn’t tell!What eyes so bright as Daisy’s,And who as Maud so fair?Who does not sing the praisesOf Lucy’s golden hair?There’s Sophie–she is witty,A very sprite is Nell,And Susie’s, oh, so pretty–But Jennie doesn’t tell!And…

For another dayOf song and playHas come at our darling’s call!And, till she gets her dinner,She makes the welkin ring,And she won’t keep still till she’s had her fill –The cunnin’ little thing!When baby goes a-walking,Oh, how her paddies fly!For that’s the wayThe babies sayTo other folk ‘by-by’;The trees bend down to kiss her,And the…

And when none else your charms might ogle,I’ll not deny, fair nymph, that IWas happier than a heathen mogul.SHEBefore _she_ came, that rival flame(Had ever mater saucier filia?),In those good times, bepraised in rhymes,I was more famed than Mother Ilia.HEChloe of Thrace! With what a graceDoes she at song or harp employ her!I’d gladly die,…

Oh, wanton not from spot to spot,But let us dwell together.You’ve come each morn to sip the sweetsWith which you found me dripping,Yet never knew it was not dewBut tears that you were sipping.You gambol over honey meadsWhere siren bees are humming;But mine the fate to watch and waitFor my beloved’s coming.The sunshine that delights…

Unto thine elders at the boardDo thou sweet reverence accord;And, though to dignity inclined,Unto the serving-folk be kind;Be ever mindful of the poor,Nor turn them hungry from the door;And unto God, for health and foodAnd all that in thy life is good,Give thou thy heart in gratitude.