Hew Morrison Collection > Celtic garland

Thy merits are so many, Jove,
1 cannot on them dwell ;
I'd know thee far on mountain heights,
Or coming down the dell ;
When joining in the giddy dance,
Who can with thee compare 1
Thy form and movements elegant.
Steal hearts from ladies fair!
'Twas folly of me to begin
In rhyme to sound thy praise ;
That I can claim no bardic fame,
This efibrt now displays.
Although my heart is burdened sore,
To few I must confide,
The love I bear the sailor brave
Who sails the rolling tide.
The truth to you I'll now unfold,
Oh, deem me not unkind !
The love of man unsettled is
And i-estless as the wind :
Like dew which falling in the night.
Or at the break of day,
Will flee before the noonday glare,
And quickly pass away.
And if stern fate has ordered so.
That we shall meet no more,
And if by thee forgotten are
Our vows upon the shore ;
I'll pray that health and happiness
May ever with thee stay, —
A charming wife to comfort thee
And cheer thee on thy way.