Stray leaves from the portfolios of Alisander the seer, Andrew Whaup, and Humphrey Henkeckle

STKAY LEAVES.
Ill
THE LOVE LETTER.
Air—* This is no' mine ain house.'
O meet me, love, by moonlight,
By moonlight, by moonlight.
And down the glen by moonlight.
How fondly will I welcome thee!
And there within our beechen bower.
Far from ambition’s giddy tower,
O what a heart-enthrilling hour.
My Mary dear. I’ll spend with thee!
Then meet me, love, &c.
Reclining on our mossy seat,—
The riv’let rippling at our feet,
E nr apt in mutual transport sweet;
O who, my love, so blest as we?
Then meet me, love, &c.
Our hopes and loves each sigh will speak.
With lip to lip, or cheek to cheek,
O who more heartfelt joys would seek,
Than such, at eve, alone with thee ?
Then meet me love, &c.
To clasp thy lovely yielding waist.
To press thy lips so pure and chaste.
And be in turn by thee embraced,
O that were bliss supreme to me.
Then meet me, love, &c.