THERE SITS A BIRD. THERE sits a bird on every tree, With a heigh-ho! There sits a bird on every tree, Sings to his love, as I to thee, With a heigh-ho, and a heigh-ho! There grows a flower on every bough, With a heigh-ho! There grows a flower on every bough, Its gay leaves kiss-I'll show you how : With a heigh-ho, and a heigh-ho! Young maids must marry. The sun's a bridegroom, earth a bride ; With a heigh-ho! The sun's a bridegroom, earth a bride; With a heigh-ho, and a heigh-ho! TWIN STARS ALOFT. TWIN stars, aloft in ether clear, And myriad happy eyes are bent So we through this world's waning night, Shall, hand in hand, pursue our way; Shed round us order, love, and light, And shine unto the perfect day. YOUNG MARY. YOUNG Mary walked sadly down through the green clover, And sighed as she looked at the babe at her breast; "My roses are faded, my false love a rover, The green graves they call me, 'Come home to your rest.' Then by rode a soldier in gorgeous arraying, And "where is your bride-ring, my fair maid!" he cried; "I ne'er had a bride-ring, by false man's betraying, Nor token of love but this babe at my side. "Tho' gold could not buy me, sweet words could deceive me; So faithful and lonely till death I must roam." "O Mary, sweet Mary, look up and forgive me, With wealth and with glory your true love comes home. "So give my own babe, those soft arms adorning, THE MERRY LARK WAS UP AND SINGING. THE merry, merry lark was up and singing, And the hare was out and feeding on the lea, And the merry, merry bells below were ringing, When my child's laugh rang through me. Now the hare is snared and dead beside the snow-yard, And my baby in his cradle in the churchyard EPICEDIUM ON THE DEATH OF A CERTAIN JOURNAL. SO DIE, thou child of stormy dawn, Fair death, to fall in teeming June, From steaming shower and gleaming moon. To grace, perchance, a fairer morn |