PUMPERNICKLE'S SERENADE;

Tuapeka Times, Volume III, Issue 179, 13 July 1871, Page 6

PUMPERNICKLE'S SERENADE;

Oil SWEETS TO THK SWEET. The moon haa retired behind old Benger's crest, And the stars, gaily g ifctering, light up the dark scene ; All nature is sleepine, the world seems at rest, Save the soft murmured plashiugsof Teriot's bright stream. The gloaming has passed, while the mist's from earth reeking. And naught but the voice of the mopehawk iB heard, As in cadence soft to his love he is speaking ; And the echoes give hack the wild notes of the bird. Then arouse thee, my dearest ; let slumber no longer Weigh down thy sweet eyes— let's turn ni^hfc into day ; B'd Morpheus go from fliee, for lore is the stronger; He hastens to call thee — don't drive him away. The scenes of loud gladness I've left, for to wander Benenth Ciutha's banks — ever dreaming of thee ; O'er each gr«ce and each beauty so fondly I ponder, And dream that thy d.irk eyes beam bright but for me. Then lviste, do not. linger, but fly to thy lover; And to the cold world, us the sequel shall provp, No doubts need alarm y hi — nor can Pump love another ; And we'll pass through this world upon treacle and love