J. ASHBY STERRY.

REGRETS. I. O for the look of those pure grey eyes— Seeming to plead and speak— The parted lips and the deep-drawn sighs, The blush on the kissen cheek! II. O for the tangle of soft brown hair, Lazily blown by the breeze; The fleeting hours unshadowed by care, Shaded by tremulous trees! III. O for the dream of those sunny days, With their bright unbroken spell, And the thrilling sweet untutored praise— From the lips once loved so well! IV. O for the feeling of days agone, The simple faith and the truth, The spring of time and life’s rosy dawn— O for the love and the youth!
DAISY’S DIMPLES. I. L ittle dimples so sweet and soft, Love the cheek of my love: The mark of Cupid’s dainty hand, Before he wore a glove. II. Laughing dimples of tender love Smile on my darling’s cheek; Sweet hallowed spots where kisses lurk, And play at hide and seek. III. Fain would I hide my kisses there At morning’s rosy light, To come and seek them back again In silver hush of night.
A LOVER’S LULLABY. I. M irror your sweet eyes in mine, love, See how they glitter and shine! Quick fly such moments divine, love, Link your lithe fingers in mine! II. Lay your soft cheek against mine, love, Pillow your head on my breast; While your brown locks I entwine, love, Pout your red lips when they ’re prest! III. Mirror your fate, then, in mine, love; Sorrow and sighing resign: Life is too short to repine, love, Link your fair future in mine!