A TRUE-LOVE MELODY.

Colonist, Volume III, Issue 225, 16 December 1859, Page 2

A TRUE-LOVE MELODY.

Oh,would I had Anacrean's powers, - ' I'd'sing an amorous lay ji r .< -,> Befitting the transcendant charm* it f< .'*■»* * * Thai shine in Widow .Day. v '■*&' Yet .not bright locks nor starry "eyes *"'.' * ' -• I'd rave of'in my song; For no suck frail and fleeting things'' To Widow Day belong., i t. j ' ■ No, not with youth'those beauties .die, * That hold in thrall my h'ea'ri* " Though as for youth 'tis long since she Saw forty years depart. - - > v But ah ! whate'er my lot, she'll, find Me fond and faithfuLyet; . *■ Her dollars blight, her acres green, : s . Ye gods can I forget. ' j" ; r Oh Widow Day, oh Widow-Day,. - •* " • \\ as ever l,ove like mine, Awake, asleep, I worship still That well-filled purse of thine j ' "What, though they "look two ways at once^ <■■ Thine eyes of emerald hue* t , To me1 they speak of better things Than e'er did sapphire blue. A. warm thatched roof, a, larder wide1, Which b^bt of cheer doth fill - r A snug fireside where nut brown ale In winter I may swill. Oh listen to my fervid cry, Oh' hear my "earnest1 prayer, And let me sit ere winter comes , In Johnnie Bay'a at-nj cftair. ■ ■ 7. • - - • BJETH/