The mistletoe hung in the castle hall,

The holly-branch shone on the old oak wall.

The Mistletoe Bough.

Oh, I have roamed o'er many lands,

And many friends I 've met;

Not one fair scene or kindly smile

Can this fond heart forget.

Oh, steer my Bark to Erin's Isle.

Footnotes

[581:1] I find that absence still increases love.—Charles Hopkins: To C. C.