Ain't no use as I can see
In sittin' underneath a tree
An' growlin' that your luck is bad,
In visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed-
But a waking dream of life and light
At morn- at noon- at twilight dim-
Maria! thou hast heard my hymn!
In joy and woe- in good and ill
Sancta Maria! turn thine eyes -
Upon the sinner's sacrifice,
Of fervent prayer and humble love,
How much grit do you think you've got?
Can you quit a thing that you like a lot?
You may talk of p
A gallant knight,
In sunshine and in shadow,
Had journeyed long,
Singing a song,
In Heaven a spirit doth dwell
"Whose heart-strings are a lute";
None sing so wildly well
As the a
'Twas noontide of summer,
And mid-time of night;
And stars, in their orbits,
Shone pale, thro' th
'Tis said that when
The hands of men
Tamed this primeval wood,
And hoary trees with groans of
Beloved! amid the earnest woes
That crowd around my earthly path-
(Drear path, alas! where grows
Science! true daughter of Old Time thou art!
Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes.
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not b
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may k
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not w