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.