MY GIRL.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume VIII, Issue 44, 31 October 1891, Page 531

MY GIRL.

Hauk to the wind that passes, Hailing the hills— 1 Heigh-ho !’ See how the long lawn grasses Shine in the sunset glow ! The palm trees, stately and strong and tall, Are guarding the gates of the garden wall, While over and under and all about The roses are whispering in and out * Oh she is near to us ! < >h she is dear to us !’ Sighing with envy of me, Dying with envy of me, For the maiden sitting and singing there, With golden rod in her golden hair, The maiden dainty and dear and fair, Is mine— my girl Hark to the sea that crieth, Missing the winds that creep Low where my one love lieth, Singing still in her sleep ! The moonlight stealeth under the stars, To brighten the blooms at her casement bars ; And something stirs in an answering way, The pulse of the palms where I kneel and pray 1 Let her be near to Thee, Let her be dear to Thee, Thou that lovest us all, 1 hou that provest us all ! Be mine the sorrow for love’s own sake ; Be mine the burden for two to take ; Let my heart hunger and ache and break, But spare my girl !’ And when her dream is over I nder the skies’ soft blue, When never for friend or lover Is anything left to do ; When care is quiet and souls are fiee To sail as a ship on an unknown sea ; To soar as a bird or to shine as a star, Where Life’s interpreted mysteries are, < >h by the mother-love Wiser than other love ; By the pain plead for me : By the blood shed for me, Under the palm trees stately and tall, Guarding the gates of the jasper wall ; Where Love’s own sceptre is over all—- < live me my girl!

Hester A. Benedict.