L'ENVOI. ROLL on, O river, to thy goal, Blessing and blest of earth and heaven, Yet, soul, content thee with the powers, The brook that winds through meadow flowers, Scarce seen its course, and yet no less Its scarce-seen course it loves to run, Rejoicing its few fields to bless And gurgle through the sun. THE GREEN HILLS OF SURREY. AN EMIGRANT SONG. O FROM BOX Hill and Leith Hill the prospects are fair, O the green hills of Surrey, the sweet hills of Surrey, O Farnham, green Farnham, what hop-grounds are there O Dorking is pleasant, and Dorking is green, 108 THE GREEN HILLS OF SURREY. But for Dorking's sweet meadows in vain I must sigh, O Kent has fair orchards; no pleasanter show O Surrey, green Surrey, that I had been born To a farm 'mongst your fields, with its hops and its corn, Minnesota's green prairies have plenty for all, But sighing avails not, and wishing is vain, 'Neath the park limes in Betchworth, 'tis there I would stroll; O to walk but once more by the clear winding Mole! By the grey ivied church, where my father is laid, Where my mother lies with him, my grave should be made, But, far from them, my bones, when my time comes, must lie 'Neath the rain and the snow of a strange foreign sky; O the green hills of Surrey, the sweet vales of Surrey, The dear fields of Surrey I'll love till I die. O BONNY IS MY HUSBAND'S SHIP. O BONNY is my husband's ship, the ship that well I love; And welcome are its coming sails, all welcome sights above. There's not a tarry rope, not a spar that there I see, Not a deck-plank that he treads on, but it's O how dear to me! O bright, bright was the May-time through which he sail'd away, But to me more wan and dreary than November was the day. O wintry winds beat keen with sleet-O cold seas rage and foam, But calm will be, and bright to me, the day that brings him home. O Katie, playing on the floor-O Jock, beside my knee- God send my baby safe to me, to kiss him with the rest. And many a pretty thing he'll bring for little Kate and Jock, Carved wooden man, and funny beast, and shell, and sparkling rock, A monkey, perhaps, so clever, with Jock and Kate to play, And a rainbow-colour'd parrot, that will chatter all the day. O never be a sailor, Jock, to make the angry foam Move swiftly on, you lonesome hours! tick quicker on, O clock! And bring the hour when, at my breast, my baby I shall rock, When in my arms my blessed babe shall laugh and leap and crow, And I shall teach its little eyes its father's face to know. O Thou who guid'st the stormy winds, O Thou who rul'st the sea, O God look down in mercy upon my babes and me; Through storms and perils of the deep, O hold him in Thy hand, That we may bless Thy blessed name, when safe he treads the strand. You wives so blessed with plenty, how little do you know The blessings that, on such as I, your riches would bestow ! O John, come back with half enough to keep you safe ashore, And day and night I'll work that you may go to sea no more. HOME AGAIN. A SOLDIER'S WIFE'S SONG. AND O, but he's come home again, 'Twas only yesternight I knew And is my husband home again ?" Home, home, home again; Ah, but it seems long weary years, Ah, when upon his neck I hung, Said, "Wife, but I'll come home again." And O, but he's come home again, O, sore have ached both heart and head! O with what sighs is glory bought! Who wish their husbands home again! Home, home, home again; |