Little Effie shall go with me to-morrow to the green, And you'll be there, too, mother, to see me made the Queen ; For the shepherd lads on every side 'ill come from far away, And I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May. The honeysuckle round the porch has wov'n its wavy bowers, And by the meadow-trenches blow the faint sweet cuckoo-flowers; And the wild marsh-marigold shines like fire in swamps and hollows gray, And I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May. The night-winds come and go, mother, upon the meadow-grass, And the happy stars above them seem to brighten as they pass; There will not be a drop of rain the whole of the livelong day, And I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May. All the valley, mother, 'ill be fresh and green and still, And the cowslip and the crowfoot are over all the hill, And the rivulet in the flowery dale 'ill merrily glance and play, For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May. So you must wake and call me early, call me early, mother dear, To-morrow 'ill be the happiest time of all the glad New-year : To-morrow 'ill be of all the year the maddest merriest day, For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May. David Macbeth Moir. Born 1798. Died 1851. CASA WAPPY.* AND hast thou sought thy heavenly home, The realms where sorrow dare not come, Where life is joy? Pure at thy death, as at thy birth, The self-appellation of a beloved child. Thy spirit caught no taint from earth, Casa Wappy! Despair was in our last farewell, As closed thine eye; Tears of our anguish may not tell, Words may not paint our grief for thee, Sighs are but bubbles on the sea Of our unfathom'd agony, Casa Wappy! Thou wert a vision of delight To bless us given ; Beauty embodied to our sight- So dear to us thou wert, thou art Of mine, and of thy mother's heart, Casa Wappy! Thy bright, brief day knew no decline 'Twas cloudless joy; Sunrise and night alone were thine, Beloved boy! This morn beheld thee blithe and gay; Casa Wappy! Gem of our hearth, our household pride, Could love have saved, thou had'st not died, Humbly we bow to Fate's decree; Yet had we hoped that Time should see Thee mourn for us, not us for thee, Casa Wappy! Do what I may, go where I will, There dost thou glide before me still— I feel thy breath upon my cheek, Casa Wappy! Methinks, thou smil'st before me now, The hair thrown back from thy full brow I see thine eyes' deep violet light, Casa Wappy! The nursery shows thy pictured wall, Bold Parma on the Main; Death in the Battle and the Wind- Wild shrieks are heard above the hurtling roar Pope Sixtus wept the Last Crusade! The glaive and gale record your tale, Ye Thunder-Steeds of Spain ! * Thunder-steeds, the Spanish ships. ↑ Sir Francis Drake, who acted as Vice-Admiral in the action against the Spanish Armada. |