Oh, yes! a sweet, a sweet Gazelle,
“To charm me with its soft black eye,”
So soft, so liquid, that a spell
Seems in that gem-like orb to lie.
Years, childhood passed, youth fled away,
My vain desire I’d learnt to quell,
Till came that most auspicious day
When some one gave me a Gazelle.
With care, and trouble, and expense,
’Twas brought from Afric’s northern cape;