{"1": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2565", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "-J/v\\n-^A v^^\\n,0o\\n.0\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2^^^v\\n..V\\nOO^\\nTr#^\\n,1\\nOo.\\nA\\n7 ;-f\\ntf\\n1 1\\no^\\nX\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a20^ X\\n.0 c", "height": "2346", "width": "1438", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "/\u00c2\u00bb7,\\\\-^ x^V\u00e2\u0080\u009e,\\n-V\\\\o-/V\\n,9 V\\n.x^\\n,0 o^\\nH -71.\\n.V", "height": "2346", "width": "1438", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2291", "width": "1027", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "SONGS AND BALLADS\\nGEORGE P. MORRIS.\\nFirst Complete Edition.\\nNEW-YORK\\nCADY k BURGESS, 60 JOHN-STREET.\\n1852.", "height": "2346", "width": "1438", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "T^2.t\\nS3\\n^Vr..\\nEntered, according to Act of Congress, in the 3^ear 1845,\\nBY GEORGE P. MORRIS,\\nlu the Clerk s office of the District Court for the SoutJierH\\nDistrict of New-York.", "height": "2356", "width": "1554", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "JAMES EWING COOLEY, Esquire,\\nTHESE PAGES ARE RESPECTFULLY DEDICATED,\\nWITH THE ESTEEM AND FRIENDSHIP\\nTHE AUTHOR.", "height": "2356", "width": "1539", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2356", "width": "1554", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS\\nDedication 15\\nMELODIES.\\nThe Rock of the Pilgrims 17\\nWoodman, spare that tree 18\\nOh, boatman haste 19\\nNear the Lake 21\\nThe Pastor s Daughter 22\\nI love the night 24\\nThe Miniature 25\\nO er the mountains 26\\nThe main-truck, or a leap for life 27\\nLand-ho 29\\nThe Land of Washington 31\\nLife in the West 32\\nThe Cot near the Wood 33\\nThe Sword and the Staflf 35", "height": "2356", "width": "1539", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "Xll CONTENTS.\\nWe were boys together 36\\nWhere Hudson s wave 37\\nMy Mother s Bible 38\\nThe Ball-room Belle 40\\nMargaretta 41\\nLove thee, dearest 43\\nThe Colonel 44\\nThe May-Q,ueen 46\\nWestward-ho 47\\nJanet McRea 48\\nThe Suitors 50\\nOpen thy lattice, Love 51\\nRosabel .52\\nWearies my love of my Letters 54\\nWhen other Friends are round thee 56\\nThe Exile to his Sister 57\\nShe loved him 58\\nThe Sweep s Carol 59\\nSilent Grief 61\\nMy woodland Bride C2\\nThe Retort 63\\nThe Lessons of Love 64\\nOh, think of me G5\\nThe Star of Love 66\\nOh, would that she were here 67", "height": "2356", "width": "1554", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS.\\nThe Cioton Ode 69\\nI never have been false to thee 72\\nMy Bark is out upon the Sea 73\\nNational Anthem 74\\nLove, honour and obey 76\\nVVell-a-day 77\\nThe Chieftain s Daughter 78\\nVenetian Serenade 79\\nWill nobody marry me 80\\nSally St. Clair 82\\nAu Revoir 83\\nThe Carrier Dove 84\\nNot married yet 85\\nThe Beam of Devotion 87\\nLady of England 83\\nTwenty years ago 89\\nThe Evergreen 90\\nThe Baf is now dawning, Love 91\\nStar-light Recollections 92\\nOh, this Love 94\\nIndian Songs 95\\nThe Heart that owns thy tyrant sway 96\\nThe Prairie on Fire 97\\nOne balmy Summer-night, 3Iary 99\\nThe Welcome and Farewell 101", "height": "2356", "width": "1539", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "XIV CONTENTS.\\nThe Days that are gone 102\\nTis now the promised hour 103\\nHome from Travel 104\\nDcssyBell 106\\nSONGS AND DUETS.\\nThe Gentle Bird .111\\nWhen I behold Ill\\nAll should wed alone for love 112\\nTis a Soldier s rigid duty 113\\nThe Land of the Heart 114\\nLove is not a Garden Flower 115\\nThe King, the Princes 116\\nThe Midnight Bell .117\\nSway d by Smiles from Thee 118\\nThe Perfection of Reason 119\\nNotes 121", "height": "2356", "width": "1554", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "ffiEttj\\nTHE ROCK OF THE PILGRIMS.\\nA ROCK in the wilderness welcomed our sires,\\nFrom bondage far over the dark-rolling sea\\nOn that holy altar they kindled the fires,\\nJehovah, which glow in our bosoms for thee.\\nThy blessings descended in sunshine and shower,\\nOr rose from the soil that was sown by thy hand\\nThe mountain and valley rejoiced in thy power.\\nAnd heaven encircled and smiled on the land\\nThe Pilgrims of old an example have given\\nOf mild resignation, devotion, and love\\nWhich beams like the star in the blue vault of heaven\\nA beacon-light hung in their mansion above.\\nIn church and cathedral we kneel in our prayer\\nTheir temple and chapel were valley and hill\\nBut God is the same in the aisle or the air,\\nAnd He is the Rock that we lean upon still.", "height": "2356", "width": "1554", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "18 morris s melodies.\\nWOODMAN, SPARE THAT TREE! (a.)\\nWoodman, spare that tree\\nTouch not a single bough\\nIn youth it shelter d me.\\nAnd I ll protect it now.\\nTwas my forefather s hand\\nThat placed it near his cot\\nThere, woodman, let it stand,\\nThy axe shall harm it not\\nThat old familiar tree,\\nWhose glory and renown\\nAre spread o er land and sea,\\nAnd wouldst thou hew it down\\nWoodman, forbear thy stroke\\nCut not its earth-bound ties\\nOh spare that aged oak,\\nNow towering to the skies i\\nWhen but an idle boy\\nI sought its grateful shade\\nIn all their gushing joy\\nHere too my sisters play d.", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "morris s melodies. 19\\nMy mother kiss d me here\\nMy father press d my hand\\nForgive this foolish tear,\\nBut let that old oak stand\\nMy heart-strings round thee cling.\\nClose as thy bark, old friend\\nHere shall the wild-bird sing.\\nAnd still thy branches bend.\\nOld tree the storm still brave\\nAnd woodman, leave the spot\\nWhile I ve a hand to save,\\nThy axe shall harm it not.\\nOH, BOATMAN, HASTE.\\nOh, boatman, haste the twilight hour\\nIs closing gently o er the lea\\nThe sun, whose setting shuts the flower,\\nHas looked his last upon the sea\\nOh, row, then, boatman, row", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "20 morris s melodies.\\nOh, row, then, boatman, row\\nRow!\\nAha!\\nWe ve moon and star\\nAnd our skiff with the stream is flowing.\\nHeigh-ho ah heigh-ho\\nEcho responds to my sad heigh-ho\\nOh, boatman, haste the sentry calls\\nThe midnight hour on yonder shore\\nAnd silvery sweet the echo falls\\nAs music dripping from the oar\\nOh, row, then, boatman, row\\nOh, row, then, boatman, row\\nRow\\nAfar\\nSail moon and star\\nWhile our skiff with the stream is flowing\\nHeigh-ho ah heigh-ho\\nEcho responds to my sad heigh ho\\nOh, boatman, haste the morning beam\\nGlides through the fleecy clouds above\\nSo breaks on life s dark murm ring stream\\nThe rosy dawn of woman s love", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "morris s melodies. 21\\nOh, row, then, boatman, row\\nOh, row, then, boatman, row\\nRow\\nTis day\\nAway away\\nTo land with the stream we are flowing,\\nHeigh-ho Dear one ho\\nBeauty responds to my glad heigh-ho\\nNEAR THE LAKE.\\nNear the lake where droop d the willow.\\nLong time ago\\nWhere the rock threw back the billow.\\nBrighter than snow\\nDwelt a maid beloved and cherish d.\\nBy high and low\\nBut with autumn s leaf she perish d,\\nLong time ago\\nRock and tree and flowing water,\\nLong time ago", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "22 morris s melodies.\\nBee and bird and blossom taught her\\nLove s spell to know\\nWhile to my fond words she listen d,\\nMurmuring low,\\nTenderly her dove-eyes glisten d\\nLong time ago\\nMingled were our hearts forever\\nLong time ago\\nCan I now forget her Never\\nNo, lost one, no\\nTo her grave these tears are given.\\nEver to flow\\nShe s the star I miss d from heaven.\\nLong time ago\\nTHE PASTOR S DAUGHTER.\\nAn ivy-mantled cottage smiled.\\nDeep-wooded near a streamlet s side.\\nWhere dwelt the village pastor s child,\\nIn all her maiden bloom and pride.", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "morris s melodies. 23\\nProud suitors paid their court and duty\\nTo this romantic sylvan beauty\\nYet none of all the swains who sought her,\\nWas worthy of the pastor s daughter.\\nThe town-gallants cross d hill and plain,\\nTo seek the groves of her retreat.\\nAnd many follow d in her train,\\nTo lay their riches at her feet.\\nBut still, for all their arts so wary,\\nFrom home they could not lure the fairy.\\nA maid without a heart they thought her,\\nAnd so they left the pastor s daughter.\\nOne balmy eve in dewy spring\\nA bard became her father s guest\\nHe struck his harp, and every string\\nTo love vibrated in her breast.\\nWith that true faith which cannot falter.\\nHer hand was given at the altar,\\nAnd faithful was the heart he brought her\\nTo wedlock and the pastor s daughter.\\nHow seldom learn the worldly gay,\\nWith all their sophistry and art,", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "M O R R I S S M E LO D\\nThe sweet and gentle primrose-way\\nTo woman s fond, devoted heart\\nThey seek, but never find, the treasure,\\nAlthough revealed in jet and azure.\\nTo them, like truth in wells of water,\\nA fable is the pastor s daughter.\\nI LOVE THE NIGHT.\\nI LOVE the night when the moon streams bright\\nOn flowers that drink the dew.\\nWhen cascades shout as the stars peep out,\\nFrom boundless fields of blue\\nBut dearer far than moon or star,\\nOr flowers of gaudy hue.\\nOr murmuring trills of mountain rills,\\nI love, I love, love you\\nI love to stray at the close of day.\\nThrough groves of linden trees.\\nWhen gushing notes from song-birds throats,\\nAre vocal in the breeze.", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "morris s melodies. 25\\nI love the night the glorious night\\nWhen hearts beat warm and true\\nBut far above the night I love,\\nI love, I love, love you\\nTHE MINIATURE.\\nWilliam was holding in his hand\\nThe likeness of his wife\\nFresh, as if touch d by fairy wand,\\nWith beauty, grace, and life\\nHe almost thought it spoke he gazed\\nUpon the treasure still\\nAbsorb d, delighted and amazed,\\nHe viewed the artist s skill.\\nThis picture is yourself, dear Jane\\nTis drawn to nature true\\nI ve kissed it o er and o er again,\\nIt is so much like you.", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "26 morris s melodies,\\nAnd has it kiss d you back, my dear\\nWhy no my love, said he.\\nThen, William, it is very clear,\\n*Tis not at all like me\\nO ER THE MOUNTAINS.\\nSome spirit wafts our mountain lay-\\nHilli ho boys, hilli ho\\nTo distant groves and glens away\\nHilli ho boys, hilli ho\\nE en so the tide of empire flows\\nHo boys, hilli ho\\nRejoicing as it westward flows\\nHo boys, hilli ho\\nTo refresh our weary way.\\nGush the crystal fountains.\\nAs a pilgrim band we stray\\nCheerly o er the mountains.\\nHilli ho boys, hilli ho.", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "morris s melodies. 27\\nThe woodland rings with song and shout\\nHilli ho boys, hilli ho\\nAs though a fairy hunt were out\\nHilli ho boys, hilli ho\\nE en so the voice of woman cheers\\nHo boys, hilli ho\\nThe hearts of hardy mountaineers\\nHo boys, hilli ho\\nLike the glow of northern skies,\\nMirror d in the fountains,\\nBeams the love-light of fond eyes.\\nAs we cross the mountains.\\nHilli ho boys, hilli ho\\nTHE MAIN-TRUCK OR A LEAP FOR LIFE.*\\nA NAUTICAL BALLAD.\\nOld Ironsides at anchor lay\\nIn the harbour of Mahon\\nA dead calm rested on the bay\\nThe waves to sleep had gone\\nFounded upon a well-known tale from the pen of the latT\\nWilliam Leggett, Esq.", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "28 morris s mkXiOdies.\\nWhen little Jack, the captain s son,\\nWith gallant hardihood,\\nClimb d shroud and spar and then upon\\nThe main-truck rose and stood\\nA shudder ran through every vein\\nAll eyes were turn d on high\\nThere stood the boy, vv^ith dizzy brain.\\nBetween the sea and sky\\nNo hold had he above below\\nAlone he stood in air\\nAt that far height none dared to go\\nNo aid could reach him there.\\nWe gazed but not a man could speak\\nWith horror all aghast\\nIn groups, with pallid brow and cheek.\\nWe watch d the quivering mast.\\nThe atmosphere grew thick and hot.\\nAnd of a lurid hue,\\nAs, riveted unto the spot.\\nStood officers and crew.\\nThe Father came oiv deck He gasp d,\\nOh God thy will be done", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "morris s melodies. 29\\nThen suddenly a rifle grasp d,\\nAnd aim d it at his son\\nJump, far out, boy into the wave\\nJump, or I fire he said\\nThat only chance your life can save\\nJump jump, boy He obey d.\\nHe sunk he rose he lived he moved\\nHe for the ship struck out\\nOn board we hail d the lad beloved,\\nWith many a manly shout,\\nHis father drew, in silent joy.\\nThose wet arms round his neck,\\nThen folded to his heart the boy,\\nAnd fainted on the deck.\\nLAND-HO\\nC/;?, up with the signal The land is in sight\\nWe ll be happy, if never again, boys, to-night\\nThe cold cheerless ocean in safety we ve pass d.\\nAnd the warm genial earth glads our vision at last.", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "30 morris s melodies.\\nIn the land of the stranger true hearts we shall find,\\nTo soothe us in absence of those left behind.\\nLand land-ho All hearts glow with joy at the\\nsight\\nWe ll be happy, if never again, boys, to-night\\nThe signal is waving Till morn we ll remain,\\nThen part in the hope to meet one day again\\nRound the hearth-stone of home in the land of our\\nbirth.\\nThe holiest spot on the face of the earth\\nDear country our thoughts are as constant to thee,\\nAs the steel to the star, or the stream to the sea.\\nHo land ho We near it we bound at the sight\\nThen be happy, if never again, boys, to-night I\\nThe signal is answered The foam-sparkles rise\\nLike tears from the fountain of joy to the eyes\\nMay rain-drops that fall from the storm-clouds of care.\\nMelt away in the sun-beaming smiles of the fair\\nOne health, as chime gayly the nautical bells.\\nTo woman God bless her wherever she dwells\\nThe Pilot s ox board and, thank Heaven, all\\nright\\nSo be happy, if never again, boys to-night", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "morris s melodies. 31\\nTHE LAND OF WASHINGTON.\\nI GLORY in the sages,\\nWho in the days of yore,\\nIn combat met the foemen,\\nAnd drove them from our shore;\\nWho flung our banner s starry field\\nIn triumph to the breeze,\\nAnd spread broad maps of cities where\\nOnce waved the forest trees.\\nHurrah\\nI glory in the spirit\\nWhich goaded them to rise\\nAnd found a mighty nation\\nBeneath the western skies.\\nNo clime so bright and beautiful\\nAs that where sets the sun;\\nNo land so fertile, fair and fre\u00e2\u0082\u00ac5^\\nAs that of Washington.\\nHurrah", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "32 morris s melodies.\\nLIFE IN THE WEST.\\nHo brothers, come hither and list to my story\\nMerry and brief will the narrative be\\nHere, like a monarch, I reign in my glory\\nMaster am I, boys, of all that I see.\\nWhere once frown d a forest a garden is smiling\\nThe meadow and moorland are marshes no more\\nAnd there curls the smoke of my cottage beguiling\\nThe children who cluster like grapes at the door\\nThen enter, boys; cheerly, boys, enter and rest:\\nThe land of the heart is the land of the west.\\nOho, boys oho, boys oho!\\nTalk not of the town, boys give me the broad prairie,\\nWhere man like the wind roams impulsive and free\\nBehold how its beautiful colours all vary.\\nLike those of the clouds, or the deep rolling sea.\\nA life in the woods, boys, is even as changing\\nWith proud independence we season our cheer,\\nAnd those who the world are for happiness ranginer,\\nWon t find it at all, if they don t find it here.", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "morris s melodies. 33\\nThen enter, boys; cheerly, boys, enter and rest;\\nI ll show you the life, boys, we live in the west.\\nOho, boys oho, boys oho\\nHere, brothers, secure from all turmoil and danger\\nWe reap what we sow, for the soil is our own,\\nWe spread hospitality s board for the stranger.\\nAnd care not a iig for the king on his throne.\\nWe never know want, for we live by our labour,\\nAnd in it contentment and happiness find\\nWe do what we can for a friend or a neighbour.\\nAnd die, boys, in peace and good-will to mankind.\\nThen enter, boys; cheerly, boys, enter and rest;\\nYou know how we live, boys, and die in the west\\nOho, boys oho, boys oho\\nTHE COT NEAR THE WOOD.\\nHard by I ve a cottage that stands near the wood\\nA stream glides in peace at the door\\nWhere all who will tarry, tis well understood\\nReceive hospitality s store.", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "34 morris s melodies.\\nTo cheer that the brook and the thicket affordj\\nThe stranger we ever invite\\nYou re welcome to freely partake at the board,\\nAnd afterwards rest for the ni^ht.\\nThe birds in the morning will sing from the trees\\nAnd herald the young god of day,\\nThen, with him uprising, depart if you please,\\nWe ll set you refresh d on the way\\nYour coin for our service we sternly reject;\\nNo traffic for gain we pursue.\\nAnd all the reward that we wish or expect,\\nWe take in the good that we do.\\nMankind are all pilgrims on life s weary road.\\nAnd many would wander astray\\nIn seeking Eternity s silent abode,\\nDid Mercy not point out the way\\nf all would their duty discharge as they should,\\nTo those who are friendless and poor,\\nThe world would resemble my cot near the wood,\\nAnd life the sweet stream at my door.", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "morris s melodies. 35\\nTHE SWORD AND THE STAFF.\\nThe sword of the hero\\nThe staff of the sage\\nWhose valour and wisdom\\nAre stamp d on the age!\\nTime-hallow d mementos\\nOf those who have riven\\nThe sceptre from tyrants,\\nThe lightning from heaven!\\nThis weapon, oh Freedom\\nWas drawn by thy son,\\nAnd it never was sheath d\\nTill the battle was won!\\nNo stain of dishonour\\nUpon it we see\\n*Twas never surrender d\\nExcept to the free\\nWhile Fame claims the hero\\nAnd patriot sage.\\nTheir names to emblazon\\nOn History s page,", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "36 morris s melodies.\\nNo holier relics\\nWill liberty hoard,\\nThan Franklin s staff guarded\\nBy Washington s sword.\\nWE WERE BOYS TOGETHER.\\nWe were boys together,\\nAnd never can forget\\nThe school-house on the heather,\\nIn childhood where we met\\nThe humble home, to memory dear\\nIts sorrows and its joys,\\nWhere woke the transient smile or tear\\nWhen you and I were boys.\\nWe w^ere youths together,\\nAnd castles built in air\\nYour heart was like a feather.\\nAnd mine weighed down with care.\\nTo you came wealth with manhood s prime,\\nTo me it brought alloys", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "morris s melodies. 37\\nFore-shadow d in the primrose time\\nWhen you and I were boys.\\nWe re old men together\\nThe friends we loved of yore,\\nWith leaves of autumn weather,\\nAre gone for evermore.\\nHow blest to age the impulse given\\nThe hope time ne er destroys\\nWhich led our thoughts from earth to heaven,\\nWhen you and I were boys.\\nWHERE HUDSON S WAVE.\\nWhere Hudson s wave o er silvery sands\\nWinds through the hills afar,\\nOld Cronest like a monarch stands,\\nCrown d with a single star\\nAnd there, amid the billowy swells\\nOf rock-ribb d, cloud-capt earth,\\nMy fair and gentle Ida dwells,\\nA nymph of mountain birth.", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "38 morris s melodies.\\nThe snow-flake that the cliff receives.\\nThe diamonds of the showers,\\nSpring s tender blossoms, buds and leaves,\\nThe sisterhood of flowers,\\nMorn s early beam, eve s balmy breeze,\\nHer purity define\\nBut Ida s dearer far than these\\nTo this fond breast of mine.\\nMy heart is on the hills. The shades\\nOf night are on my brow\\nYe pleasant haunts and quiet glades.\\nMy soul is with you now\\nI bless the star-crown d highlands where\\nMy Ida s footsteps roam\\nOh for a falcon s wing to bear\\nMe onward to my home.\\nMY MOTHER S BIBLE.\\nThis book is all that s left me now\\nTears will unbidden start", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "morris s melodies. 39\\nWith faltering lip and throbbing brow,\\nI press it to my heart.\\nFor many generations past.\\nHere is our family tree\\nMy mother s hands this Bible clasp d\\nShe, dying, gave it me.\\nAh well do I remember those\\nWhose names these records bear\\nWho round the hearth-stone .used to close\\nAfter the evening prayer,\\nAnd speak of what these pages said,\\nIn tones my heart would thrill\\nThough they are with the silent dead,\\nHere are they living still\\nMy father read this holy book\\nTo brothers, sisters dear\\nHow calm was my poor mother s look\\nWho lean d God s word to hear.\\nHer angel face I see it yet\\nWhat thronging memories come\\nAgain that little group is met\\nWithin the halls of home", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "40 morris s melodies.\\nThou truest friend man ever knew,\\nThy constancy I ve tried\\nWhere all were false I found thee true.\\nMy counsellor and guide.\\nThe mines of earth no treasures give\\nThat could this volume buy\\nIn teaching me the way to live,\\nIt taught me how to die.\\nTHE BALL-ROOM BELLE.\\nThe moon and all her starry train\\nWere fading from the morning sky.\\nWhen home the ball-room belle again\\nReturn d with throbbing pulse and brain,\\nFlush d cheek, and tearful eye.\\nThe plumes that danced above her brow.\\nThe gems that sparkled in her zone,\\nThe scarf of gold-wove myrtle bough.\\nWere laid aside they mock d her now.\\nWhen desolate and alone.", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "morris s melodies. 41\\nThat night how many hearts she won\\nThe reigning belle, she could not stir\\nBut like the planets round the sun\\nHer suitors foUow d all but one\\nOne, all the world to her.\\nAnd she had lost him marvel not\\nThat lady s eyes with tears were wet\\nThough love by man is soon forgot,\\nIt never yet was woman s lot\\nTo love and to forget.\\nMARGARETTA.\\nWhen I was in my teens\\nI loved dear Margaretta\\nI know not what it means,\\nI cannot now forget her.\\nThat vision of the past,\\nMy head is ever crazing\\nYet when I saw her last\\nI could not speak for gazing.", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "42 morris s melodies.\\nOh, lingering rose of May\\nDear as when first I met her\\nWorn in my heart ahvay.\\nLife-cherished, Margaretta\\nWe parted near the stile\\nAs morn was faintly breaking,\\nFor many a weary mile\\nOh how my heart was aching I\\nBut distance, time, and change\\nHave lost me Margaretta\\nAnd yet tis sadly strange\\nThat I cannot forget her\\nOh queen of rural maids.\\nDear dove-eyed Margaretta\\nThe heart the mind upbraids\\nThat struggles to forget her I\\nMy love, 1 know, will seem\\nA wayward boyish folly\\nBut, ah it was a dream.\\nMost sweet most melancholy.\\nWere mine the world s domain,\\nTo me twere fortune better\\nTo be a boy again,\\nAnd dream of Margaretta.", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "morris s melodies. 43\\nOh memory of the past,\\nWhy linger to regret her\\nMy first love is my last,\\nFor that is Maro-aretta.\\nLOVE THEE, DEAREST.\\nLove thee, dearest Hear me Never\\nWill my fond vows be forgot\\nMay I perish, and forever,\\nWhen, dear maid, I love thee not\\nThen turn not from me, dearest Listen\\nBanish all thy doubts and fears\\nAnd let thine eyes with transport glisten\\nWhat hast thou to do with tears\\nDry them, dearest Ah, believe me,\\nLove s bright flame is bvuming still\\nThough the hollow world deceive thee,\\nHere s a heart that never will", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "44 morris s melodies\\nDost thou smile A cloud of sorrow\\nBreaks before Joy s rising sun\\nWilt thou give thy hand To-morrow\\nHymen, dearest, makes us one\\nTHE COLONEL.\\nThe Colonel such a creature\\nI met him at the ball\\nPerfect in form and feature.\\nAnd so divinely tall\\nHe praised my dimpled cheeks and curls,\\nWhile whirling through the dance.\\nAnd matched me with the dark-eyed girls\\nOf Italy and France\\nHe said, in accents thrilling,\\nLove s boundless as the sea\\nAnd I, dear maid, am willing\\nTo give up all for thee I\\nI heard him ^blush d would ask mamma\\nAnd then my eyes grew dim", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "morris s melodies. 4b\\nHe look d I said, Mamma papa\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nI ll give up all for him\\nMy governor is rich and old\\nThis well the colonel knew.\\nLove s wings, he said, when fringed with gola,\\nAre beautiful to view\\nthought his haviour quite the ton.\\nUntil I saw him stare.\\nWhen merely told that brother John\\nPapa would make his heir\\nNext day and the day after\\nI dress d for him in vain\\nWas moved to tears and laughter\\nHe never came again\\nBut I have heard, for widow Dash\\nHe bought the bridal ring\\nAnd he will wed her for her cash-\\nThe ugly, hateful thing", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "MORRIS S MELODIES.\\nTHE M-4.Y-QUEEN.\\nWith flights of singing-birds went by\\nThe cheerful hours of girlhood s day,\\nWhen in my native bowers,\\nOf simple buds and flowers.\\nThey wove a crown and hail d me Queen of May,\\nLike airy sprites the lasses came.\\nSpring s offering at my feet to lay\\nThe crystal from the fountain,\\nThe gi-een bough from the mountain,\\nThey brought to cheer and shade the Queen of May\\nAround the May-pole on the green,\\nIn fairy rings they tripped away\\nAll merriment and pleasure.\\nTo chords of tuneful measure,\\nThey bounded by the happy Queen of May\\nThough years have pass d, and time has strewn\\nMy raven locks with flakes of gray,", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "morris s melodies. 47\\nFond memory brings the hours\\nOf buds and blossom-showers,\\nWhen in girlhood I was crown d the Queen of May\\nWESTWARD-HO\\nDroop not, brothers,\\nAs we go,\\nO er the mountains,\\nWestward-ho\\nUnder boughs of mistletoe\\nLog-huts we ll rear.\\nWhile herds of deer and buffalo\\nFurnish the cheer.\\nFile o er the mountains steady, boys\\nFor game afar\\nWe have our rifles ready, boys\\nAha\\nThrow care to the winds.\\nLike chaff, boys ha\\nAnd join in the laugh, boys\\nHah\u00e2\u0080\u0094 hah\u00e2\u0080\u0094 hah", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "48 morris s melodies.\\nCheer up, brothers\\nAs we go.\\nO er the mountains,\\nWestward-ho\\nWhen we ve wood and prairie-land,\\nWon by our toil.\\nWe ll reign like kings in fairy-land,\\nLords of the soil\\nThen westward-ho in legions, boys,\\nFair Freedom s star\\nPoints to her sun-set regions, boys\\nAha!\\nThrow care to the winds,\\nLike chaff, boys ha!\\nAnd join in t\\\\\\\\e laugh, boys\\nHah\u00e2\u0080\u0094 hah\u00e2\u0080\u0094 hah\\nJANET McREA\u00e2\u0080\u0094 (6.)\\nShe heard the fight was over,\\nAnd won the wreath of fame\\nWhen tidings from her lover.\\nWith his good war-steed came", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "morris s melodies. 49\\nTo guard her safely to his tent,\\nThe red-men of the woods were sent.\\nThey led her where sweet waters gush\\nUnder the pine-tree bough\\nThe tomahawk is raised to crush\\nTis buried in her brow\\nShe sleeps beneath that pine-tree now\\nHer broken-hearted lover\\nIn hopeless conflict died\\nThe forest leaves now cover\\nThat soldier and his bride\\nThe frown of the Great Spirit fell\\nUpon the red-men like a spell\\nNo more those waters slake their thirst,\\nShadeless to them that tree\\nO er land and lake they roam accurst.\\nAnd in the clouds they see\\nThy spirit unavenged, McRea", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "50 morris s melodies.\\nTHE SUITORS.\\nWealth sought the bower of Beauty,\\nDress d like a modern beau\\nJust then, Love, Health, and Duty-\\nTook up their hats to ^c.\\nWealth such a cordial .vt- jcome met.\\nAs made the others sineve,\\nSo Duty shunn d the gay coquette,\\nLove, pouting, took French leave-\\nHe did\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nLove, pouting, took French leave\\nOld Time, the friend of Duty,\\nNext call d to see the fair\\nHe laid his hand on Beauty,\\nAnd left her in despair.\\nWealth vanish d Last went rosy Health-\\nAnd she was doom d to prove.\\nThat those who Duty slight for Wealth,\\nCan never hope for Love\\nAh, no\\nCan never hope for Love.", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "morris s melodies. 51\\nOPEN THY LATTICE, LOVE.\\nOpen thy lattice, love\\nListen to me\\nThe cool balmy breeze\\nIs abroad on the sea\\nThe moon, like a queen,\\nRoams her realms of blue.\\nAnd the stars keep their vigils\\nIn heaven for you.\\nEre morn s gushing light\\nTips the hills w^ith its ray.\\nAway, o er the waters.\\nAway and away\\nThen open thy lattice, love\\nListen to me\\nWhile the moon lights the sky.\\nAnd the winds crisp the sea\\nOpen thy lattice, love-\\nListen to me\\nIn the voyage of life.\\nLove our Pilot will be", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "52 morris s melodies,\\nHe ll sit at the helm\\nWherever we rove.\\nAnd steer by the load-star\\nHe kindled above\\nHis shell for a shallop\\nWill cut the bright spray,\\nOr skim, like a bird,\\nO er the waters away\\nThen open thy lattice, love-\\nListen to me,\\nWhile the moon lights the sky,\\nAnd the winds crisp the sea!\\nROSABEL.\\ni MISS thee from my side, beloved,\\nI miss thee from my side\\nAnd wearily and drearily\\nFlows Time s resistless tide.\\nThe world, and all its fleeting joys-\\nTo me ai-e worse than vain,\\nUntil I clasp thee to my heart.\\nBeloved one, again.", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "morris s melodies. 53\\nThe wildwood and the forest path,\\nWe used to thread of yore,\\nWith bird and bee have flown with thee.\\nAnd gone for evermore\\nThere is no music in the grove\\nNo echo on the hill\\nBut melancholy boughs are there,\\nAnd hush d the whip-poor-will.\\nI miss thee in the town, beloved,\\nI miss thee in the town\\nFrom morn I grieve till dewy eve\\nSpreads wide its mantle brown.\\nMy spirit s wings, that once could soar\\nIn fancy s world of air,\\nAre crush d and beaten to the ground\\nBy life-corroding care.\\nNo more I hear thy thrilling voice\\nNor see thy winning face.\\nThat once would gleam like morning s beam\\nIn mental pride and grace\\nThy form of matchless symmetry.\\nIn sweet perfection cast\\nIt is the star of memory\\nThat fades not with the past", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "?54 morris s melodies.\\nI miss thee every where, beloved,\\nI miss thee everywhere\\nDull night and day wear both away,\\nAnd leave me in despair.\\nThe banquet-hall, the play, the ball.\\nAnd childhood s gladsome glee.\\nHave lost their charms for me, beloved,\\nMy soul is full of thee\\nHas Rosabel forgotten me.\\nAnd love I now in vain\\nIf that be so, my heart can know\\nOn earth no rest again.\\nA sad and weary lot is mine.\\nTo love and be forgot,\\nA sad and weary lot, beloved,\\nA sad and weary lot.\\nWEARIES MY LOVE OF MY LETTERS\\nWearies my love of my letters\\nDoes she my silence command\\nSunders she Love s rosy fetters\\nAs though they were woven of sand", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "morris s melodies. 05\\nTires she too of each token\\nIndited with many a sigh\\nAre all her promises broken\\nAnd must I love on till I die\\nThinks my dear love that I blame her\\nWith what was a burden to part\\nAh, no! with affection I ll name her\\nWhile lingers a pulse in my heart.\\nAlthough she has clouded with sadness.\\nAnd blighted the bloom of my years,\\nI love her still even to madness,\\nAnd bless her through showers of tears\\nMy pen I have laid down in sorrow\\nThe songs of my lute I forego\\nFrom neither assistance I ll borrow\\nTo utter my heart-seated wo\\nBut peace to her bosom, wherever\\nHer thoughts or her footsteps may stray.\\nMemento of mine again never\\nWill shadow the light of her way", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "56 morris s :mel,odie\\nWHEN OTHER FRIENDS ARE ROUND THEE\\nWhen other friends are round thee,\\nAnd other hearts are thine,\\nWhen other bays have crown d thee,\\nMore fresh and green than mine.\\nThen think how sad and lonely\\nThis doting heart will be,\\nWhich, while it throbs, throbs only.\\nBeloved one, for thee!\\nYet do not think I doubt thee,\\nI know thy truth remains\\nI would not live without thee.\\nFor all the world contains.\\nThou art the star that guides me\\nAlong life s changing sea\\nAnd whate er fate betides me.\\nThis heart still turns to thee.", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "morris s melodies. 57\\nTHE EXILE TO HIS SISTER.\\nAs streams at morn, from seas that glide,\\nRejoicing on their sparkling way.\\nWill turn again at eventide.\\nTo mingle with their kindred spray\\nE en so the currents of the soul,\\nDear sister, wheresoe er we rove.\\nWill backward to our country roll,\\nThe boundless ocean of our love.\\nYon northern star, now burning bright.\\nThe guide by which the wave-toss d steer.\\nBeams not with more unwav ring light.\\nThan does thy love, my sister dear.\\nFrom stars above the streams below\\nReceive the glory they impart\\nSo, sister, do thy virtues glow\\nWithin the mirror of my heart", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "58 morris s melodies.\\nSHE LOVED HIM.\\nShe loved him ^but she heeded not-\\nHer heart had only room for pride\\nAll other feelings were forgot.\\nWhen she became another s bride.\\nAs from a dream she then awoke,\\nTo realize her lonely state.\\nAnd own it was the vow she broke\\nThat made her drear and desolate.\\nShe loved him but the sland rer came,\\nWith words of hate that all believed\\nA stain thus rested on his name,\\nBut he was wrong d, and she deceived\\nAh rash the act that gave her hand,\\nThat drove her lover from her side.\\nWho hied him to a distant land.\\nWhere, battling for a name, he died.\\nShe loved him and his memory now\\nWas ti-easured from the world apart", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "morris s melodies. d\\nThe calm of thought was on her brow.\\nThe seeds of death were in her heart.\\nFor all the world that thing forlorn\\nI would not, could not be, and live\\nThat casket with its jewel gone,\\nA bride who has no heart to give.\\nTHE SWEEP S CAROL.*\\nThrough the streets of New-York city.\\nBlithely every morn\\nI caroll d o er my artless ditty,\\nCheerly though forlorn\\nBefore the rosy light, my lay\\nWas to the maids begun,\\nEre winter snows had pass d away.\\nOr smiled the summer sun,\\nCarol a y e o\\nWritten to be sung in character, for the purpose of intro\\nducing the wild, peculiar, and well-known cry or carol of the\\nsweeps of New- York,", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "60 morris s melodies.\\nIn summer months I d fondly woo\\nThose merry dark-eyed girls,\\nWith faces of the ebon hue,\\nAnd teeth like eastern pearls.\\nOne vow d my love she would repay\\nHer heart my song had won.\\nWhen winter snows had pass d away.\\nAnd smiled the summer sun.\\nCarol a y e o\\nA year, alas had scarcely flown,\\nHope beam d but to deceive\\nEre I was left to weep alone,\\nFrom morn till dewy eve\\nShe died one dreary break of day\\nGrief weighs my heart upon\\nIn vain the snows may pass away.\\nOr smile the summer sun.\\nCarol a y e o", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "morris s melodies, dl\\nSILENT GRIEF.\\nWhere is now my peace of mind\\nGone, alas for evermore\\nTurn where er I may, I find\\nThorns where roses bloom d before.\\nO er the green fields of my soul,\\nWhere the springs of joy were found,\\nNow the clouds of sorrow roll.\\nShading all the prospect round.\\nDo I merit pangs like these,\\nThat have cleft my heart in twain I\\nMust I, to the very lees.\\nDrain thy bitter chalice. Pain\\nSilent grief all grief excels\\nLife and it together part;\\nLike a restless worm it dwells\\nDeep within the human heart", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "62 morris s melodies,\\nMY WOODLAND BRIDE\\nHere upon the mountain side\\nTill now we met together\\nHere I won my woodland bride,\\nIn flush of summer weather.\\nGreen was then the linden bousrh,\\nThis dear retreat that shaded\\nAutumn winds are round me now.\\nAnd the leaves have faded.\\nShe whose heart was all my own,\\nIn this summer bower,\\nWith all pleasant things has flown,\\nSunbeam, bird and flower\\nBut her memory will stay\\nWith me, though we re parted\\nFrom the scene I turn away,\\nLone and broken-hearted", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "morris s melodies. 63\\nTHE RETORT.\\nOld Birch, who taught the village school,\\nWedded a maid of homespun habit\\nHe was stubborn as a mule,\\nAnd she was playful as a rabbit.\\nPoor Jane had scarce become a wife,\\nBefore her husband sought to make her\\nThe pink of country-polish d life.\\nAnd prim and formal as a quaker.\\nOne day the tutor went abroad,\\nAnd simple Jenny sadly miss d him,\\nWhen he return d, behind her lord\\nShe slily stole and fondly kiss d him!\\nThe husband s anger rose and red\\nAnd white his face alternate grew\\nLess freedom, ma am Jane sigh d and said,\\nOhi dear I didn t know twas you", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "5A morris s melodies.\\nTHE SEASONS OF LOVE.\\nThe spring-time of love\\nIs both happy and gay,\\nFor joy sprinkles blossoms\\nAnd balm in our way\\nShe sky, earth, and ocean\\nIn beauty repose\\nAnd all the bright future\\nIs couleur de rose.\\nThe summer of love\\nIs the bloom of the heart,\\nWhen hill, grove, and valley\\nTheir music impart,\\nAnd the pure glow of heaven\\nIs seen in fond eyes.\\nAs lakes show the rainbow\\nThat s hung in the skies\\nThe autumn of love\\nIs the season of cheer,-", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "morris s melodies. 65\\nLife s mild Indian-summer,\\nThe smile of the year\\nWhich comes when the golden\\nRipe harvest is stored,\\nAnd yields its own blessings\\nRepose and reward.\\nThe winter of love\\nIs the beam that we win\\nWhile the storm scowls without.\\nFrom the sunshine within.\\nLove s reign is eternal,\\nThe heart is his throne.\\nAnd he has all seasons\\nOf life for his own.\\nOH, THINK OF ME!\\nOh, think of me, my own beloved,\\nWhatever cares beset thee\\nAnd when thou hast the falsehood proved,\\nOf those with smiles who met thee\\n3", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "66 morris s melodies.\\nWhile o er the sea, think, love, of me,\\nWho never can forget thee\\nLet memory trace the trysting-place,\\nWhere I with tears regret thee.\\nBright as yon star, within my mind,\\nA hand unseen hath set thee\\nThere hath thine image been enshrined,\\nSince first, dear love, I met thee\\nSo in thy breast I fain would rest.\\nIf, haply, fate would let me\\nAnd live or die, wert thou but nigh,\\nTo love or to regret m.e\\nTHE STAR OF LOVE.\\nThe star of love now shines above.\\nCool zephyrs crisp the sea\\nAmong the leaves the wind-harp weaves\\nIts serenade for thee", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "MORRISS MELODIES. 67\\nThe star, the breeze, the wave, the trees.\\nTheir minstrelsy unite,\\nBut all are drear till thou appear\\nTo decorate the night.\\nThe light of noon streams from the moon.\\nThough with a milder ray\\nO er hill and grove, like woman s love.\\nIt cheers us on our way.\\nThus all that s bright, the moon, the night,\\nThe heavens, the earth, the sea.\\nExert their powers to bless the hours\\nWe dedicate to thee.\\nOH, WOULD THAT SHE WERE HERE\\nOh, would that she were here,\\nThese hills and dales among,\\nWhere vocal groves are gayly mock d\\nBy Echo s airy tongue", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "68 morris s melodies.\\nWhere jocund Nature smiles\\nIn all her boon attire.\\nAmid deep-tangled wiles\\nOf hawthorn and sweet-brier.\\nOh, would that she were here,\\nThat fair and gentle maid,\\nWhose voice is like the low sweet tones\\nOf wind-harps softly, play d.\\nOh, would that she were here,\\nWhere the free waters leap,\\nShouting in their joyousness\\nAdown the rocky steep\\nWhere rosy zephyr lingers\\nAll the live-long day.\\nWith health upon his pinions.\\nAnd gladness in his way.\\nOh, would that she were here\\nFor Eden s groves of palm\\nWere not more full of breathing bliss\\nThan these broad shades of balm.\\nOh, would that she were here,\\nWhere glide the pleasant hours.\\nRife with the song of bee and bird^\\nThe perfume of the flowers", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0064.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "morris s melodies. 69\\nWhere heaven, in boundless love,\\nHas spread its radiant bow,\\nA promise from the world above\\nUnto the world below.\\nOh, would that she were here\\nThe nymphs of this bright scene,\\nWith song and dance and revelry,\\nWould hail the dear one queen.\\nTHE CROTON ODE.\\nWRITTEN AT THE REQUEST OF THE CORPORATIOFT\\nOF THE CITY OF NEW-YORK.\\nGirsHiNG from this living fountain.\\nMusic pours a falling strain,\\nAs the Goddess of the Mountain\\nComes with all her sparkling train\\nFrom her grotto-springs advancing.\\nGlittering in her feathery spray,\\nWoodland fays beside her dancing.\\nShe pursues her winding way.", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0065.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "70 morris s mklodies.\\nGently o er the rippling water,\\nIn her coral-shallop bright,\\nGlides the rock-king s dove-eyed daughter,\\nDeck d in robes of virgin white.\\nNymphs and naiads, sweetly smiling.\\nUrge her bark with pearly hand.\\nMerrily the sylph beguiling\\nFrom the nooks of fairy-land.\\nSwimming on the snow-cmi d billow.\\nSee the river spirits fair\\nLay their cheeks, as on a pillow^,\\nWith the foam-beads in their hair.\\nThus attended, hither wending.\\nFloats the lovely oread now,\\nEden s arch of promise bending\\nOver her translucent brow.\\nHail the wanderer from a far land\\nBind her flowing tresses up\\nCrown her with a fadeless garland,\\nAnd wuth crystal brim the cup.\\nFrom her haunts of deep seclusion.\\nLet Intemperance greet her too,\\nAnd the heat of his delusion\\nSprinkle with this mountain-dew", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0066.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "morris s melodies. 71\\nWater leaps as if delighted.\\nWhile her conquer d foes retire\\nPale Contagion flies affrighted\\nWith the batfled demon Fire\\nSafety dwells in her dominions,\\nHealth and Beauty with her move.\\nAnd entwine their circling pinions\\nIn a sisterhood of love.\\nWater shouts a glad hosanna I\\nBubbles up the earth to bless\\nCheers it like the precious manna\\nIn the barren wilderness.\\nHere we wondering gaze, assembled\\nLike the grateful Hebrew band,\\nWhen the hidden fountain trembled,\\nAnd obey d the Prophet s wand.\\nRound the Aqueducts of story.\\nAs the mists of Lethe throng,\\nCroton s waves in all their glory.\\nTroop in melody along.\\nEver sparkling, bright and single,\\nWill this rock-ribbed stream appear.\\nWhen Posterity shall mingle\\nLike the gather d waters here.", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0067.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "72 morris s melodies.\\nI NEVER HAVE BEEN FALSE TO THEE.\\nI NEVER have been false to thee\\nThe heart I gave thee still is thine\\nThough thou hast been untrue to me,\\nAnd I no more may call thee mine\\nI ve loved, as woman ever loves.\\nWith constant soul in good or ill\\nThou st proved, as man too often proves,\\nA rover but I love thee still\\nYet think not that my spirit stoops\\nTo bind thee captive in my train\\nLove s not a flower, at sunset droops,\\nBut smiles when comes her god again\\nThy words, which fall unheeded now,\\nCould once my heart-strings madly thrill 1\\nLove s golden chain and burning vow\\nAre broken but I love thee still\\nOnce what a heaven of bliss was ours.\\nWhen love dispell d the clouds of care.", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0068.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "morris s melodies, 73\\nAnd time went by with birds and flowers,\\nWhile song and incense fill d the air\\nThe past is mine the present thine\\nShould thoughts of me thy future fill,\\nThink what a destiny is mine,\\nTo lose but love thee, false one, still\\nMY BARK IS OUT UPON THE SEA.\\nMy bark is out upon the sea\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThe moon s above\\nHer light a presence seems to me\\nLike woman s love.\\nMy native land I ve left behind\\nAfar I roam\\nIn other climes no hearts I ll find\\nLike those at home.\\nOf all yon sisterhood of stars.\\nBut one is true\\nShe lights my path with silver bars.\\nAnd beams like you.", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0069.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "74 morris s melodies.\\nWhose purity the waves recall\\nIn music s flow,\\nAs round my bark they rise and fall\\nIn liquid snow.\\nThe fresh ning breeze now swells our sails\\nA storm is on\\nThe weary moon s dim lustre fails\\nThe stars are gone.\\nNot so fades love s eternal light\\nWhen storm-clouds sweep\\nI know one heart s with me to-night\\nUpon the deep.\\nNATIONAL ANTHEM.\\nFreedom spreads her downy wings\\nOver all created things\\nGlory to the King of kings,\\nBend low to Him the knee\\nBring the heart before His throne", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0070.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "morris s melodies. 75\\nWorship Him and Him alone\\nHe s the only King we own\\nAnd He has made us free\\nThe holiest spot a smiling sun\\nE er shed his genial rays upon.\\nIs that which gave a Washington,\\nThe drooping world to cheer\\nSound the clarion peals of fame\\nYe who bear Columbia s name\\nWith existence freedom came.\\nIt is man s birth-right here\\nHeirs of an immortal sire,\\nLet his deeds your hearts inspire\\nWeave the strain and wake the lyre\\nWhere your proud altars stand\\nHail with pride and loud hurrahs,\\nStreaming from a thousand spars,\\nFreedom s rainbow-flag of stars,\\nThe symbol of our land", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0071.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "MORRIS S MELODIES.\\nLOVE, HONOUR AND OBEY.\\nWhen Love in myrtle shades reposed.\\nHis bow and darts behind him slung,\\nAs dewy twilight round him closed,\\nLisette these numbers sung\\nOh, Love thy sylvan bower\\nI ll fly while I ve the power;\\nThy primrose way leads maids where they\\nLove, honour, and obey\\nEscape, the boy-god said, is vain\\nAnd shook the diamonds from his wings\\nI ll bind thee captive in my train.\\nFairest of earthly things\\nGo, lovely archer, go\\nI freedom s value know\\nThen hence away, to none I ll say\\nLove, honour and obey\\nSpeed, arrow, to thy mark he cried\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nSwift as a ray of light it flew", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0072.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "morris s melodies. 77\\nLove spread his purple pinions wide,\\nAnd faded from her view I\\nJoy fill d that maiden s eyes\\nTwin load-stars from the skies\\nAnd she did say, on bridal day,\\nLove, honour and obey\\nWELL-A-DAY.\\nLove comes and goes like a spell\\nHow, no one knows, nor can tell\\nNow here now there tli^n away\\nNone dreameth where Well-a-day\\nLove should be true as the star\\nSeen in the blue sky afar\\nNow here now there like the lay\\nOf lutes in th air\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Well-a-day\\nShould love depart not a tie\\nBinds up the heart till we die\\nNow here now there sad we stray.\\nLife is all care Well-a-day", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0073.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "MORRIS S MELODIES.\\nTHE CHIEFTAIN S DAUGHTER, [r]\\nUpon the barren sand\\nA single captive stood,\\nAround him came with brow and brand,\\nThe red-men of the wood.\\nLike him of old, his doom he hears\\nRock-bound on ocean s rim\\nThe chieftain s daughter knelt in tears.\\nAnd breathed a prayer for him\\nAbove his head in air,\\nThe savage war-club swung,\\nThe frantic girl, in wild despair.\\nHer arms about him flung.\\nThen shook the warriors of the shade\\nLike leaves on aspen limb,\\nSubdued by that heroic maid\\nWho breathed a prayer for him\\nUnbind him gasp d the chief,\\nObey your king s decree", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0074.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "morris s melodies. 79\\nHe kiss d away her tears of grief,\\nAnd set the captive free.\\nTis ever thus, w^hen, in life s storm,\\nHope s star to man grows dim,\\n\\\\n angel kneels in woman s form,\\nAnd breathes a prayer for him.\\nVENETIAN SERENADE.\\nCoMK, come to me, love\\nCome, love Arise\\nAnd shame the bright stars\\nWith the light of thine eyes\\nLook out from thy lattice,\\nOh lady, appear\\nA swan on the water.\\nMy gondola s near\\nCome, come to me, love\\nCome, love My bride\\nO er crystal in moonbeams\\nWe ll tranquilly glide:", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0075.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "so morris s melodies.\\nIn the dip of the oar\\nA melody flows\\nSweet as the nightingale\\nSings to the rose.\\nCome, come to me, love!\\nCome, love The day\\nBrings warder and cloister\\nAway, then, away\\nhaste to thy lover\\nNot yon star above\\nIs more true to heaven\\nThan he to his love\\nWILL NOBODY MARRY ME?\\nHeigh-ho for a husband Heigh-ho\\nThere s danger in longer delay\\nShall I never again have a beau\\nWill nobody marry me, pray", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0076.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "morris s melodies. 81\\nI begin to feel strange, I declare\\nWith beauty my prospects will fade\\nI d give myself up to despair\\nIf I thouofht I should die an old maid.\\nI once cut the beaux in a huff\\nI thought it a sin and a shame\\nThat no one had spirit enough\\nTo ask me to alter my name.\\nSo I turn d up my nose at the short,\\nAnd cast down my eyes at the tall,\\nBut then I just did it in sport,\\nAnd now I ve no lover at all.\\nThese men are the plagues of my life\\nTis hard from so many to choose\\nShould any wish for a wife.\\nCould I have the heart to refuse\\nI don t know for none have proposed-\\nOh dear me I m frightn d, I vow\\nGood gracious who ever supposed\\nThat I should be single till now", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0077.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "S2 morris s melodies.\\nSALLY ST. CLAIR, [r/.]\\nIn the ranks of Marion s band,\\nThrough morass and wooded land,\\nOver beach of yellow sand,\\nMountain, plain and valley\\nA southern maid, in all her pride,\\nMarch d gayly at her lover s side,\\nIn such disguise\\nThat e en his eyes\\nDid not discover Sally.\\nWhen return d from midnight tramp,\\nThrough the forest dark and damp,\\nOn his straw-couch in the camp\\nIn his dreams he d dally\\nWith that devoted, gentle fair.\\nWhose large black eyes and flowing hair,\\nSo near him seem.\\nThat, in his dream,\\nHe breathes his love for Sally.", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0078.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "morris s melodies. 83\\nOh what joy that maiden knew,\\nWhen she found her lover true\\nSuddenly the trumpet blew,\\nMarion s men to rally\\nTo ward the death-spear from his side\\nIn battle by Santee she died\\nWhere sings the surge,\\nA ceaseless dirge\\nNear the lone grave of Sally.\\nAU REVOIR.\\nLove left one day his leafy bower.\\nAnd roam d in sportive vein,\\nWhere Vanity had built a tower,\\nFor Fashion s sparkling train.\\nThe mistress to see he requested,\\nOf one who attended the door\\nNot home, said the page, who suggested\\nThat he d leave his card. ^2w Revoir.\\nLove next came to a lowly bower\\nA maid who knew no guile.", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0079.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u00a2S4 morris s melodies.\\nfinlike the lady of the tower,\\nReceived him with a smile.\\nSince then the cot beams with his brightness,\\nThough often at Vanity s door.\\nLove calls merely out of politeness,\\nAnd just leaves his card. ^^Au Revoir.\\nTHE CARRIER-DOVE\\nWhile before St. Agnes shrine\\nKnelt a true knight s lady-love,\\nFrom the wars of Palestine\\nCame a gentle carrier-dove.\\nRound his neck a silken string\\nFasten d words the warrior writ\\nAt her call hestoop d his wing.\\nAnd upon her finger lit.\\nShe, like one enchanted, pored\\nO er the contents of the scroll.", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0080.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "morris s melodies. 85\\nFor that lady loved her lord\\nWith a pure devoted soul.\\nTo her heart the dove she drew,\\nWhile she traced the burning line,\\nThen away the minion flew\\nBack to sainted Palestine.\\nTo and fro, from hand to hand\\nCame and went the carrier-dove.\\nTill throughout the holy land\\nWar resign d his sword to Love.\\nSwift the dove on wings of light.\\nBrought the news from Palestine,\\nAnd the lady her true knight\\nWedded at St. Agnes shrine.\\nNOT MARRIED YET.\\nI m single yet I m single yet\\nAnd years have flown since I came out\\nIn vain I sigh in vain I fret\\nYe gods what are the men about", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0081.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "86 morris s melodies.\\nI vow I m twenty I oh, ye powers I\\nA spinster s lot is hard to bear\\nOn earth alone to pass her hours,\\nAnd afterwards lead apes down there\\nNo offer yet no offer yet\\nI m puzzled quite to make it out\\nFor every beau my cap 1 set,\\nWhat, what, what are the men about\\nThey don t propose they worCt propose,\\nFor fear, perhaps, I d not say yes\\nJust let them try for heaven knows\\nI m tired of single-blessedness.\\nNot married yet not married yet\\nThe deuce is in the men, I fear\\nI m like a something to be let,\\nAnd to be let alone that s clear.\\nThey say she s pretty but no chink\\nAnd love without it runs in debt I\\nIt agitates my nerves to think\\nThat I have had no offer yet", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0082.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "morris s melodies. 87\\nTHE BEAM OF DEVOTION.\\nI XEVER could find a good reason\\nWhy sorrow unbidden should stay,\\nAnd all the bright joys of life s season,\\nBe driven unheeded away.\\nOur cares would wake no more emotion,\\nWere we to our lot but resign d,\\nThan pebbles flung into the ocean.\\nThat leave scarce a ripple behind.\\nThe world has a spirit of beauty.\\nWhich looks upon all for the best.\\nAnd while it discharges its duty.\\nTo Providence leaves all the rest\\nThat spirit s the beam of devotion,\\nWhich lights us through life to its close.\\nAnd sets like the sun in the ocean.\\nMore beautiful far than it rose", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0083.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "88 morris s melodies,\\nLADY OF ENGLAND.\\nLady of England o er the seas\\nThy name was borne on every breeze,\\nTill all this sunset clime became\\nFamiliar with Victoria s name.\\nThough seas divide us many a mile.\\nYet, for the Queen of that fair isle,\\nFrom which our fathers sprung, there roves\\nA blessing from this Land of Groves.\\nOur Father-land fit theme for song\\nWhen thou art named what memories throng\\nShall England cease our love to claim\\nNot while our language is the same.\\nScion of kings! so live and reign.\\nThat, when thy nation s swelling strain\\nIs breathed amid our forests green\\nWe too may sing, God save the Queen I\\ni", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0084.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "morris s melodies. 89\\nTWENTY YEARS AGO.\\nTwas in the flush of summer time,\\nSome twenty years or more,\\nWhen Ernest lost his way, and crost\\nThe threshold of our door.\\nI ll ne er forget his locks of jet\\nHis brow of Alpine snow,\\nHis manly grace of form and face,\\nSome twenty years ago.\\nThe hand he ask d I freely gave\\nMine was a happy lot.\\nIn all my pride to be his bride\\nWithin my father s cot.\\nThe faith he spoke he never broke\\nHis faithful heart I know;\\nAnd well I vow I love him now\\nAs twenty years ago.", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0085.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "90 morris s melodies.\\nTHE EVERGREEN,\\nLove cannot be the aloe tree,\\nWhose bloom but once is seen\\nGo search the grove, the tree of love\\nIs sure the evergreen\\nFor that s the same, in leaf or frame\\nNeath cold or sunny skies\\nYou take the ground its roots have bound\\nOr it, transplanted, dies\\nThat love thus shoots, and firmly roots\\nIn woman s heart we see\\nThrough smiles and tears in after years\\nIt grows a fadeless tree.\\nThe tree of love, all trees above,\\nF or ever may be seen.\\nIn summer s bloom, or winter s gloom,\\nA hardy evergreen.", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0086.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "morris s melodies. 91\\nTHE DAY IS NOW DAWNING, LOVE.\\nWILLIAM.\\nThe day is now dawning, love.\\nFled is the night\\nI go like the morning, love,\\nCheerful and bright.\\nThen adieu, dearest Ellen\\nWhen evening is near\\nI ll visit thy dwelling,\\nFor true love is here.\\nOh, come where the fountain, love,\\nTranquilly flows\\nBeneath the green mountain, love,\\nSeek for repose\\nHere the days of our childhood,\\nIn love s golden beam,\\nMong the blue-bells and wildwood,\\nPdss d on like a dream.", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0087.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "92 morris s melodies.\\nWILLIAM.\\nlinger awhile, love.\\nELLEN.\\nI must away.\\nWILLIAM.\\ngrant me thy smile, love,\\nTis hope s cheering ray,\\nWith evening expect me.\\nELLEIV.\\nTo the moment be true.\\nAnd may angels protect thee-\\nEOTH.\\nSweet Ellen, adieu\\nDear William, adieu\\nSTAR-LIGHT RECOLLECTIONS.\\nTwAs night.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 In the woodland alone\\nWe met with no witnesses by", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0088.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "morris s melodies. 93\\nBut such as resplendently shone\\nIn the blue-tinted vault of the sky\\nYour head on my bosom was laid,\\nAs you said you would ever be mine\\nAnd I promised to love, dearest maid.\\nAnd worship alone at your shrine.\\nYour love on my heart gently fell\\nAs the dew on the flowers at eve,\\nWhose bosoms with gratitude swell,\\nA blessing to give and receive\\nAnd I knew by the glow on your cheek,\\nAnd the rapture you could not control,\\nNo power had language to speak\\nThe faith or content of your soul\\nI love you as none ever loved\\nAs the steel to the star I am true.\\nAnd I, dearest maiden, have proved\\nThat none ever loved me but you.\\nTill memory loses her power,\\nOr the sands of existence have run,\\nI ll remember the star-lighted hour,\\nThat mingled two hearts into one", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0089.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "94 morris s melodies,\\nOH, THIS LOVE.\\nOh, this love this love\\nI ainse the passion slighted\\nBut hearts that truly love,\\nMust break or be united.\\nOh, this love!\\nWhen first he cam to woo,\\nI little cared aboot him\\nBut seene I felt as though\\nI could na live without him.\\nOh, this love\\nHe brought to me the ring.\\nMy hand ask d o my mither-\\nI could na bear the thought\\nThat he should w^ed anither.\\nOh, this love\\nAnd now, I m a his ain,\\nIn a his joys I mingle", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0090.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "morris s melodies. 95\\nNae for the wealth of warlds,\\nWad I again be single\\nOh, this love\\nINDIAN SONGS.\\nI. BEFORE THE BATTLE.\\nT-HEY come be firm In silence rally I\\nThe long-knives our retreat have found\\nHark their tramp is in the valley,\\nAnd they hem the forest round\\nThe burthened boughs with pale scouts quiver,\\nThe echoing hills tumultuous ring,\\nWhile across the eddying river,\\nTheir barks, like foaming war-steeds, spring\\nThe bloodhounds darken land and water\\nThey come like buffaloes for slaughter\\nli. AFTER THE BATTLE.\\nThey re gone again the red-man rally\\nWith dance and sons the woods resound", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0091.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "96 morris s melodies.\\nThe hatchet s buried in the valley\\nNo foe profanes our hunting-ground\\nThe green leaves on the blithe boughs quiver\\nThe verdant hills with song-birds ring,\\nWhile our bark canoes, the river\\nSkim, like swallows on the wing.\\nMirth pervades the land and water,\\nFree from famine, sword, and slaughter\\nTHE HEART THAT OWNS THY TYRANT\\nSWAY.\\nThe heart that owns thy tyrant sway,\\nWhate er its hopes may be.\\nIs like a bark that drifts away.\\nUpon a shoreless sea\\nNo compass left to guide her on.\\nUpon the surge she s tempest-torn\\nAnd such is life to me\\nAnd what is life when love is fled\\nThe world unshared by thee", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0092.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "morris s melodies. 97\\nBetter be with silent dead\\nThan such a waif to be\\nThe bark that by no compass steers,\\nIs lost which way soe er she veers,\\nAnd such is life to me\\nTHE PRAIRIE ON FIRE\\nThe following ballad is founded, in part, upon a thrilling story\\nof the West, related by Mr. Cooper, the novelist.\\nThe shades of evening closed around\\nThe boundless prairies of the west.\\nAs, grouped in sadness on the ground,\\nA band of pilgrims leaned to rest\\nUpon the tangled weeds were laid,\\nThe mother and her youngest born.\\nWho slept, while others watch d and pray d,\\nAnd thus the weary night went on.\\nThick darkness shrouded earth and sky\\nWhen, on the whispering winds there came,", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0093.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "MORRIS S MEl-ODIES,\\nThe Teton s shrill and thrilling cry,\\nAnd heaven was pierced with shafts of flame\\nThe sun seem d rising through the haze,\\nBut with an aspect dread and dire\\nThe very air appeared to blaze I\\nOh God the prairie w^as on fire\\nAround the centre of the plain\\nA belt of flame retreat denied,\\nAnd, like a furnace glowed the train\\nThat wall d them in on every side\\nAnd onward rolled the torrent wild\\nWreaths of dense smoke obscured the sky\\nDown knelt the mother and her child,\\nAnd all save one shrieked out We die\\nNot so he cried help clear the sedge i\\nStrip bare a circle to the land\\nThat done, he hastened to its edge,\\nAnd grasped a rifle in his hand\\nDried weeds he held beside the pan.\\nWhich kindled at a flash, the mass\\nNow fire fight fire he said, as ra:n\\nThe forked flames among the grass.", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0094.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "morris s mklodies. 101\\nOn three sides now the torrent flew,\\nBut on the fourth no more it raved\\nThen large and broad the circle grew,\\nAnd thus the pilgrim band was saved\\nThe flames receded far and wide,\\nThe mother had not prayed in vain\\nGod had the Teton s arts defied\\nHis scythe of fire had swept the plain\\nONE BALMY SUMMER NIGHT, MARY\\nOxE balmy summer night, Mary,\\nJust as the risen moon.\\nHad cast aside her fleecy veil,\\nWe left the gay saloon\\nAnd in a green, sequester d spot,\\nBeneath a drooping tree.\\nFond words were breathed, by you forgot.\\nThat still are dear to me, Mary,\\nThat still are dear to me.\\nL.ofC.", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0095.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "MOHivlSS MELODIE\\nOh we were happy then, Mary,\\nTime linger d on his way,\\nTo crowd a life-time in a night,\\nWhole ages in a day\\nIf star and sun would set and rise.\\nThus in our after years,\\nThe world would be a paradise.\\nAnd not a vale of tears, Mary,\\nAnd not a vale of tears.\\nI live but in the past, Mary,\\nThe glorious days of old\\nWhen love was hoarded in the heart,\\nAs misers hoard their gold\\nAnd often like a bridal train.\\nTo music soft and low.\\nThe by-gone moments cross my brain,\\nIn all their summer glow, Mary,\\nIn all their summer glow.\\nThese visions form and fade, Mary,\\nAs age comes stealing on,\\nTo bring the light and leave the shade\\nOf days for ever gone\\nThe poet s brow may wear at last\\nThe bays that round it fall", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0096.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "morris s melodies. 101\\nBut love has rose-buds of the past\\nFar dearer than them all, Mary,\\nFar dearer than them all.\\nTHE WELCOME AND FAREWELL.\\nTo meet and part, as we have met and parted,\\nOne moment cherished and the next forgot.\\nTo wear a smile when almost broken-hearted,\\nI know full well is hapless woman s lot\\nYet let me, to thy tenderness apjjealing,\\nAvert this brief but melancholy doom\\nContent that close beside the thorn of feeling.\\nGrows memory, like a rose, in guarded bloom.\\nLove s history, dearest,, is a sad one ever.\\nYet often with a smile I ve heard it told\\nOh there are records of the heart which never\\nAre to the scrutinizing gaze unrolled\\nMine eye to thine may scarce again aspire,\\nStill in thy memory, dearest, let me dwell.\\nAnd hush, with this hope, the magnetic wire\\nWild with our min^-led welcome and farewelL", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0097.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "102 morris s melodies\\nTHE DAYS THAT ARE GONE.\\nAN INDIAN TRADITION.\\nIn the days that are gone by this sweet flowing water\\nTwo lovers reclined in the shade of a tree\\nThe one was the mountain king s rosy-lipped daughter,\\nThe brave warrior chief of the valley was he.\\nThen all things around them, below and above,\\nWere basking, as now, in the sunlight of love\\nIn the days that are gone\\nBy this sweet flowing stream.\\nIn the days that are gone they were laid neath\\nthe willow,\\nThe maid in her beauty the youth in his pride\\nBoth slain by the foeman who came o er the billow,\\nAnd stole the broad land.s where these children\\nreside\\nWhose fathers, when dying, in fear look d above,\\nAnd trembled to think of that chief and his love\\nIn the days that are gone\\nBy this sweet flowing stream.", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0098.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "morris s melodies. 1(J3\\nTIS NOW THE PROMISED HOUR.\\nA SERENADE.\\nThe fountains serenade the flowers,\\nUpon their silver lute\\nAnd, nestled in their leafy bowers\\nThe forest-birds are mute\\nThe bright and glittering hosts above,\\nUnbar their golden gates,\\nWhile nature holds her court of love.\\nAnd for her client waits.\\nThen, lady, wake^n beauty rise I\\nTis now the promised hour,\\nWhen torches kindle in the skies\\nTo light thee to thy bower.\\nThe day we dedicate to care\\nTo love the witching night\\nFor all that s beautiful and fair\\nIn hours like these unite.\\nE en thus the sweets to flowerets given\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThe moonlight on the tree,", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0099.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "104 morris s MEIiOD\\nAnd all the bliss of earth and heaven-\\nAre mingled, love, in thee.\\nThen, lady, wake in beauty rise\\nTis now the promised hour,\\nWhen torches kindle in the skies\\nTo light thee to thy bower.\\nHOME FROM TRAVEL.\\nI m with you once again, my friends\\nNo more my footsteps roam\\nWhere it began my journey ends.\\nAmid the scenes of home.\\nNo other clime has skies so blue.\\nOr streams so broad and clear.\\nAnd where are hearts so warm and true\\nAs those that meet me here\\nSince last, with spirits wild and free,\\nI press d my native strand,\\nI ve traversed many miles at sea.\\nAnd many miles on land", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0100.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "morris s melodies. 105\\nI ve seen all nations of the earth,\\nOf every tongue and hue.\\nThey taught me how to prize the worth\\nWhich lingers here with you.\\nIn other countries, when I heard\\nThe language of my own.\\nOh how my echoing heart has stirred\\nHow bounded at the tone\\nBut when our woodland strains were sun^\\nUpon a foreign mart,\\nThe vows that falter d on my tongue,\\nWere graven on my heart.\\nMy native land, I turn to you,\\nWith blessing and with prayer.\\nWhere man is brave and woman true.\\nAnd free as mountain air.\\nIn triumph may our banner wave.\\nAgainst the world combined,\\nAnd friends a welcome foes a grave,\\nWithin our borders find.", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0101.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "106 morris s melodies.\\nBESSY BELL.\\nWhen life looks drear and lonely, love.\\nAnd pleasant fancies flee,\\nThen will the muses only, love,\\nBestow^ a thought on me\\nMine is a harp which pleasure, love,\\nTo waken strives in vain\\nTo Joy s entrancing measure, love.\\nIt ne er can thrill again\\nWhy mock me, Bessy Bell\\nOh do not ask me ever, love.\\nFor rapture-woven rhymes\\nFor vain is each endeavour, love,\\nTo sound mirth s play-bell chimes\\nYet still believe me, dearest love.\\nThough dull my song may be.\\nThis heart still doats sincerest, love,\\nAnd grateful turns to thee\\nMy once true Bessy Bell", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0102.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "morris s melodies. 107\\nThose eye\u00c2\u00ab still rest upon me, love\\nI feel their magic spell\\nWith that same look you won me, love,\\nFair, gentle Bessy Bell I\\nMy doom you ve idly spoken, love.\\nYou never can be mine\\nBut though my heart is broken, love,\\nStill, lady, it is thine\\nAdieu, false Bessy Bell", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0103.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0104.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "SoriQS anlr Suets\\nFROM THE OPERA OF\\niriHS WAm BW SASOHY,\\nTHE MUSIC BY C. E. HORN.", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0105.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0106.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "morris s melodies. Ill\\nTHE GENTLE BIRD.\\nThe gentle bird on yonder spray.\\nThat sings its little life away.\\nThe rose-bud bursting into flower,\\nAnd glitt ring in the sun and shower.\\nThe cherry-blossom on the tree,\\nAre emblematic all of thee.\\nYon moon that sways the vassal streams\\nLike thee in modest beauty beams\\nSo shines the diamond of the mine.\\nAnd the rock-crystal of the brine\\nThe gems of heaven, earth and sea.\\nAre blended all, dear maid, in thee\\nWHEN I BEHOLD.\\nWhen I behold that lowering brow\\nWhich indicates the mind within.", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0107.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "MORRIS S JIELODIES.\\nI marvel much that woman s vow\\nA man like that could ever win.\\nYet, it is said, in rustic bower,\\n(The fable I have often heard,)\\nA serpent has mysterious power\\nTo captivate a timid bird.\\nThis moral then I sadly trace.\\nThat love s a fluttering thing of air\\nAnd yonder stands the viper base,\\nWho would my gentle bird ensnare.\\nTwas in the shades of Eden s bower\\nThis fascination had its birth.\\nAnd even there possessed the power\\nTo lure the paragon of earth.\\nALL SHOULD WED ALONE FOR LOVE.\\nFrom my fate there s no retreating,\\nLove commands and I obey:\\nHow with joy my heart is beating\\nAt the fortunes of to-day.", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0108.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "MORRIS S MELODIES. 113\\nLife is fill d with strange romances\\nLove is blind the poets say\\nWhen he comes unsought, the chance is\\nOf his own accord he ll stay.\\nLove can ne er be forced to tarry\\nChain him, he ll the bonds remove\\nPair d, not match d, too many marry\\nAll should wed alone for love.\\nLet him on the bridal even,\\nTrim his lamp with constant ray.\\nAnd the flame will light to heaven,\\nWhen the world shall fade away.\\nTIS A SOLDIER S RIGID DUTY\\nTis a soldier s rigid duty\\nOrders strictly to obey\\nLet not then the smile of beauty\\nLure us from the camp away.\\nIn our country s cause united.\\nGallantly we ll take the field", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0109.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "114 morris s melodie\\nBut the victory won, delighted\\nSingly to the fair we yield.\\nSoldiers who have ne er retreated,\\nBeauty s tear will sure beguile\\nHearts that armies ne er defeated,\\nLove can conquer with a smile.\\nWho would strive to live in story,\\nDid not woman s hand prepare\\nAmaranthine wreaths of glory.\\nWhich the valiant proudly wear.\\nTHE LAND OF THE HEART.\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a0^KY, stream, moorland and mountain,\\nTree, cot, spire and dome.\\nBreeze, bird, vineyard and fountain,\\nKindred, friends, country and home.\\nHome, home, home, home.\\nThese are the blessings of home.", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0110.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "MORRIS S MELODIES. 115\\nHope how fondly I cherish,\\nDear land, to see thee once more\\nOh, fate let me not perish.\\nFar from my own native shore.\\nHome, home, home, home.\\nSaxony, liberty s home.\\nThose who freedom inherit\\nBow not to tyranny s throne,\\nThen, friends, in a kind spirit.\\nJudge of my love by your own.\\nHome, home, home, home,\\nThe land of the heart is our home.\\nLOVE IS NOT A GARDEN FLOWER.\\nAh love is not a garden flower.\\nThat shoots from out the cultured earth\\nThat needs the sunbeam and the shower\\nBefore it wakens into birth\\nIt owns a richer soil and seed.\\nAnd woman s heart contains them both", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0111.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "116 morris s melodies.\\nWhere it will spring, without a weed,\\nConsummate in its growth.\\nThese leaves will perish when away\\nFrom either genial sun or shower\\nNot so will wither and decay\\nCelestial Love s perennial flower.\\nTis our companion countless miles,\\nThrough weal or wo, -in afcer years\\nAnd though it flourishes in smiles,\\nIt blooms as fresh in tears.\\nTHE KING, THE PRINCES.\\nThk king, the princes of the court,\\nWith lords and ladies bright,\\nWill ia their dazzling state resort,\\nTo this grand f6te to-night.\\nThe merry hearted and the proud,\\nWill mingle in the glittering crowd.\\nWho glide with fashion s sparkling str.\\nWhere one I love will shine supreme.", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0112.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "morris s melodies. 117\\nThe cavaliers of Italy,\\nThe gay gallants of France,\\nWith Spain and England s chivalry\\nWill join the mazy dance.\\nThe court of Love, the camp of Mars,\\nFair Prussian dames, earth-treading stars,\\nTo music s strain will float in light.\\nWhere one I love will beam to-night.\\nTHE MIDNIGHT BELL.\\nHark tis the deep-toned midnight bell.\\nThat bids a sad and long farewell\\nTo the departed hour\\nHow like a dirge its music falls.\\nWithin these cold and dreary walls\\nWhere stern misfortunes lower.\\nAh vainly through these prison-bars\\nGlide the pale beams of moon and stars,\\nTo cheer this lonely tower\\nFrom evening s close to dawn of day", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0113.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "118 morris s melodies,\\nHope s star sheds not a single ray\\nTo light the solemn hour.\\nAlas what pangs must guilt conceal,\\nWhen innocence like mine can feel\\nSo crush d in such an hour\\nI know not whether love be crime.\\nBut if it is, in every clime,\\nTis woman s fatal dower\\nSWAY D BY SMILES FROM THEE.\\nOis CE mild and gentle was my heart\\nMy youth from guile was free,\\nEre falsehood s tongue and slander s dart\\nHad stain d and wounded me\\nAnd then no threats could daunt my soul\\nMy haughty spirit spurn d control\\nTill sway d by smiles from thee.\\nA wanderer o er the desert sand,\\nAn outcast on the sea,", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0114.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "morris s melodiks. 119\\nAn exile from my native land,\\nWhat joy had life for me\\nEach friend misfortune prov^ed a foe\\nI scorn d the high, despised the low.\\nTill sway d by smiles from thee.\\nTHE PERFECTION OF REASON.\\nThat law s the perfection of reason\\nNo one in his senses denies,\\nYet here is a trial for treason\\nWill puzzle the wigs of the wise.\\nThe lawyers who bring on the action\\nOn no single point will agree,\\nThough proved to their own satisfaction\\nThat tweedle-dum s not tweedle-dee\\nTo settle disputes in a fury\\nThe sword from the scabbard we draw\\nBut reason appeals to a jury\\nAnd settles according to law.", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0115.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "120 morris s melodies.\\nThen hey for the woolsack for never\\nWithout it can nations be free\\nBut trial by jury for ever\\nAnd for tyranny fiddle-de-dee", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0116.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "NOTES.\\n(a) Riding out of town a few days since, in company with a\\nfriend, who was once the expectant heir of the largest estate in\\nAmerica, but over whose worldly prospects ablight has recently\\ncome, he invited me to turn down a little romantic woodland pass\\nnotfarfrom Bloomingdale. Your object inquired I. Merely\\nto look once more at an old tree planted by my grandfather\\nnear a cottage that was once my father s. The place is yours,\\nthen? said I. No, my poor mother sold it, and I observed\\na slight quiverof the lip, at the recollection of that circumstance.\\nDear mother! resumed my companion, we passed mmy\\nhappy, happy days, in that old cottage but it is notiiing to me\\nnow father, mother, sisters, cottage all are gone and a pale-\\nness overspread his fine countenance, and a moisture came to\\nhis eyes as he spoke. After a moment s pause, he added, Don t\\nthink me foolish. I don t know how it is, I never ride out but I\\nturn down this lane to look at that old tree. I have a thousand\\nrecollections about it, and I always greet it as a familiar and\\nwell-remembered friend. In the by-gone summer-time it was a\\nfriend indeed. Under its branches I often listened to the good\\ncounsel of my parents, and had suck gambols with my sisters i\\nIts leaves are all off now, so you won t see it to advantage, for it\\nis a glorious old fellow in summer but I like it full as well in\\nwinter time. These words were scarcely uttered, when my\\ncompanion cried out, There it is Near the tree stood an old", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0117.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "122 NOTES.\\nman with his coat off, sharpening an axe. He was the oc-\\ncupant of the cottage. What are you going to do asrked my\\nfriend with great anxiety. What is that to you was the re-\\nply You are not going to cut that tree down, surely Yes, but\\nI am though, said the woodman. What for? inquired my\\ncompanion, almost choked with emotion. What for? Why,\\nbecause I think proper to do so. What for? I like that Well,\\nI ll tell you what for. This tree makes my dwelling unhealthy;\\nit stands too near the house; prevents the moisture from ex-\\nhaling, and renders us liable to fever-and-ague. Who told\\nyou that 1 Dr. Smith. Have you any other reason for wishing\\ncut it down? Yes, I am getting old the woods are a great\\nway off, and this tree is of some value to me to burn. He was\\nsoon convinced, however, that the story about the fever-and-ague\\nwas a mere fiction, for there never had been a case of that dis-\\nease in the neighbourhood and then was asked what the tree\\nwas worth for firewood Why, when it is down, about (en dol-\\nlars. Suppose I should give you that sum, would you let it\\nstand? Yes. You are sure of that Positive. Then\\ngive me a bond to that effect. I drew it up it was witnessed\\nby his daughter the money was paid, and we left the place with\\nan assurance from the young girl, who looked as smiling and\\nbeautiful HS a Hebe, that the tree should stand as long as she\\nlived. We returned to the road, and pursued our ride. These\\ncircumstances made a strong impression upon my mind, and fur-\\nnished me with materials for the song I send you. Extract from\\na Letter to Henry Russell, Esq.\\n(b) We seated ourselves in the shade of a large pinetre?;\\nand drank of a spring that gurgled beneath it. The Indians\\ngave a groan and turned their faces from the water. They\\nwould not drink of the spring nor eat in the shade of the tree\\nbut retired to a ledge of rocks at no great distance. I yen", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0118.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "NOTES. 123\\ntured to approach them and inquire the cause of their strange\\nconduct. One of the Indians said in a deep and solemn tone,\\nThat place is bad for the red-man the blood of an innocent\\nwoman, not of our enemies, rests upon that spot\u00e2\u0080\u0094 she was there\\nmurdered. The red-man s word had been pledged for her\\nsafety but the evil spirit made him forget it. She lies buried\\nthere. No one avenged her murder, and the Great Spirit\\nwas angry. That water will make us more thirsty, and that\\nshade will scorch us. The stain of blood is on our hands, and\\nwe know not how to wipe it out. It still rests upon us, do what\\nwe will. I could get no more from them they were silent,\\neven for Indians. It was the death of Miss McRea they alluded\\nto. She was betrothed to a young American by the name of\\nJones, who had taken sides with the British and become a cap-\\ntain in their service. The lovers, however, had mauaged to\\nkeep up a correspondence, and he was informed, after a battle\\nin which he distinguished himself for his bravery, that his in-\\namorata was concealed in a house a few miles from Sandy-HiU.\\nAs it was dangerous for him to go to her, he engaged a party of\\nconfidential Indians to take his horse to her residence and bring\\nher to his tent in safety. He urged her in his letter, not to\\nhesitate a moment in putting herself under their protection\\nand the voice of a lover is law to a confiding woman. They\\nproceeded on their journey, and stopped to rest under a largo\\npine-tree near a spring the one at which we drank. Here they\\nwere met by another party of Indians, also sent by the impatient\\nlover, when a quarrel arose about her which terminated in her\\nassassination. One of the Indians pulled the poor girl from her\\nhorse and another struck his tomaliawk into her forehead tore\\noff her scalp and gashed her breast. They then covered her\\nbody with leaves and left her under the huge pine-tree. One\\nof the Indians made her lover acquainted with the facts, and\\nanother brought him her scalp. He knew the long brown tress-", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0119.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "124 NOTES.\\nes of Miss McRea, and in defiance of all danger, flew to the\\nspot to realize the horrid scene. He tore away the thinly-\\nspread leaves clasped the still bleeding body in his arms and\\nwrapping it in his cloak, was about bearing it away, when he\\nwas prevented by his superior officers, who ordered the poor\\n{firl to be Imried on the spot where she had been immolated.\\nAfter this event a curse seemed to rest upon the red-man. In\\nevery battle their forces were sadly cut up; the Americans\\nattacking them most furiously whenever they could get an\\nopportunity. The prophets of the Indians had strange augu-\\nries; they saw constantly in the clouds, the form of the mur-\\ndered white woman, invoking the blasts to overwhelm them,\\nand directing all the power and fur3 of the Americans to ex-\\nterminate every red-man of the forest, who had committed the\\nhateful deed of breaking his faith and staining the tomakawk\\nwith the blood of a woman, whose spirit still called for revenge.\\nIt was agreed among tiie Indians in a body to move silently\\naway, and by morning s light not a red-man was to be found\\nnear the British troops. Captain Jones, too, was no more. In\\nthe battle he led on his men with that fearlessness and fury\\nthat disstressed minds often do; but his men grew tired of\\nfollowing him in such perilous attacks, and began to fly. As he\\nreturned to rally them he received a ball in his back. Burning\\nwitli sliame, love, and frenzy, he turned and threw himself on\\nthe bayonets of the enemy, and at once closed his agonies and\\nexpiated his political offence. He was laid by the side of her\\nhe had so ardently loved and lamented. Evtnts of the Revo-\\nlution,\\n(c) Every part of the brief but glorious life of Pocahontas\\nis calculated to produce a thrill of admiration, and to reflect the\\nhighest honour on her name. The jno t memorable event of\\nher life is thus recorded. After a long consultation among the", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0120.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "JVOTES. 125\\nIndians, the fate of Captain Smith, who was the leader of the\\nfirst colony in Virginia, was decided. The conclave resumed\\ntheir silent gravity two huge stones were placed near the\\nwater s eJ|, c, Smith was lashed to them, and his head was laid\\ndown, as a preparation for beating out his brains with war-clubs.\\nPowiiattan raised the fatal instrument, and the savage mul-\\ntitude with their blood-staiued weapons stood near their\\nking-, silentl} waiting the prisoner s last moment. But\\nSmith was not destined thus to perish. Pocahontas, the\\nbeloved daughter of the king, rushed forward, fell upon her\\nknees, and with tears and entreaties prayed that the victim\\nmight be spared. The royal savage rejected her suit and com-\\nmanded her to leave Smith to his fate. Grown frantic at the\\nfailure of her supplications, Pocaliontas threw her arms about\\nSmith, and laid her head upon his, her raven hair falling around\\nhis neck and shoulders, declaring she would perish with or save\\nhim. The Indians gasped for breath, fearing that Powiiattan\\nwould slay his chili for taking such a deep interest in the fate\\nof one he considered his deadliest foe. But human nature is\\nthe same everywhere the war-club dropped from the monarch s\\nhand his brow relaxed his heart softened; and, as he raised\\nhis brave daughter to his bosom, and kissed her forehead, he\\nreversed his decree, and directed Smith to be set at liberty\\nWhether the regard of this glorious girl for Smith ever reached\\nthe feeling of love is not known. No favour was ever e.ipected\\nin return. 1 ask noliuiig of Captain Smith, said she, in an\\ninterview she afterwards iiad with him in England, in recom-\\npense for what I have done, but the boon of living in his memory.\\nJohn Randolph was a lineal descendant of this noble woman,\\nii id was wont to pride himself upon the honour of his descent\\nPocahontas died in the twenty-second year of her age.\\nSketches of Virginia.", "height": "2295", "width": "1513", "jp2-path": "songsballadsofgp00morr_0121.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "126 NOTES.\\n(d) Sally St. Clair was a beautiful, dark-eyed, Creole girl.\\nThe whole treasury of her love was lavished upon Sergeaut\\nJasper, who on one occasion had the good fortune to save her\\nlife. The prospect of their separation almost maddened her.\\nTo sever her long jetty ringlets from her exquisite head, to\\ndress in male attire, to enrol lierself in the corps to which he\\nbelonged, and follow his fortunes in the wars, unknown to him,\\nwas a resolution no sooner conceived than taken. In the camp\\nshe attracted no particular attention, except on the night before\\nthe battle, when she was noticed bending over his couch, like a\\ngood and gentle spirit, as if listening to his dreams. The camp\\nwas surprised and a fierce conflict ensued. The lovers were\\nside by side in the thickest of the fight; but, endeavouring to\\nturn away a lance aimed at the heart of Jasper, the poor girl\\nreceived it in her own, and fell bleeding at his feet. After the\\nvictory, her name and sex wore discovered, and there was not a\\ndry eye in the corps when Sally St. Clair was laid in her grave,\\nnear the river Santee, in a green shady nook that looked as if it\\nhad been stolen out of Paradise. 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