By this the storm grew loud apace, But still as wilder blew the wind, "O, haste thee, haste!" the lady cries, The boat has left a stormy land, When, O, too strong for human hand, And still they rowed amidst the roar Lord Ullin reached that fatal shore, His wrath was changed to wailing. For sore dismayed, through storm and shade, His child he did discover: One lovely hand she stretched for aid, And one was round her lover. "Come back! come back!" he cried in grief, "Across this stormy water: And I'll forgive your Highland chief, Return or aid preventing; The waters wild went o'er his child, SALLY IN OUR ALLEY BY HENRY CAREY Of all the girls that are so smart Her father he makes cabbage-nets, And through the streets does cry 'em; Her mother she sells laces long To such as please to buy 'em; But sure such folks could ne'er beget She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley. When she is by I leave my work, I love her so sincerely; My master comes like any Turk, Of all the days that's in the week And that's the day that comes betwixt My master carries me to church, She is the darling of my heart, When Christmas comes about again, And give it to my honey; I would it were ten thousand pound! I'd give it all to Sally; She is the darling of my heart, My master and the neighbors all A slave, and row a galley; But when my seven long years are out, And when we're wed, we'll blithesome be, ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING BY NORMA BRIGHT CARSON Though frail of form, thou wert of spirit large and free, A living, burning flame, that spirit seemed to be, To glorious expression did thy soul aspire; Close to the border-land of Heav'n, thou dwelt'st through life, Yet actively could stand for right in the world's strife. Great was the suffering set to be thy lot, But suffering, in Love's compensation was forgot; The poet thou didst inspire; the bliss Yet, we must cherish thee for thy sweet song, Which has with nobler thoughts enriched the world for long; Let us not fail a tribute large to bring, For that thou from a pure and perfect heart didst sing. THE EYES OF THE CHRIST BY NORMA BRIGHT CARSON Pause now and let a lightsome world go by; Heed not the laughter frivolous, the sinwrought sigh; The music and the dance, the pride, the sham, the boast; What have you kin with all this selfish and this foolish host? Parade of affectation; self-sought joy; And sorrow, more self-seeking, false sympathies decoy. Turn from this tinselled army, in extravagance bedecked; Turn to where Calvary's Cross the ages long has becked. See where the Christ sits by Samaria's well, And gently rolls the sealing stone across the mouth of hell. |