TEENY-WEENY Oh, the strange and lovely sights As he makes those famous flights On that wondrous horse of his! Wearylike his eyelids close, There he sees the folk of fay Hard at ring-a-rosie play, And he hears those fairies say: 29 "Come, let 's chase him to and fro!" But, with a defiant shout, Teeny puts that host to rout; So I feel a tender pride In my boy who dares to ride Off into those misty lands; 30 TEENY-WEENY And as on my breast he lies, Pat his little dimpled hands. On a time he went away, So of evenings, after tea, And goes tugging at my knee, You should hear his palfrey neigh! Plies his lash and rides away! NELLIE Is listening soul hears no echo of battle, H'No pean of triumph nor welcome of fame; No pæan of triumph nor welcome of fame; But down through the years comes a little one's prattle, And softly he murmurs her idolized name. And it seems as if now at his heart she were clinging As she clung in those dear, distant years to his knee; He sees her fair face, and he hears her sweet singing And Nellie is coming from over the sea. While each patriot's hope stays the fullness of sorrow, While our eyes are bedimmed and our voices are low, 32 NELLIE He dreams of the daughter who comes with the morrow Like an angel come back from the dear long ago. Ah, what to him now is a nation's emotion, And what for our love or our grief careth he? A swift-speeding ship is a-sail on the ocean, And Nellie is coming from over the sea! O daughter-my daughter! when Death stands before me And beckons me off to that far misty shore, Let me see your loved form bending tenderly o'er me, yore. And feel your dear kiss on my lips as of In the grace of your love all my anguish abating, I'll bear myself bravely and proudly as he, And know the sweet peace that hallowed his waiting When Nellie was coming from over the sea. TH NORSE LULLABY HE sky is dark and the hills are white And this is the song the storm-king sings, On yonder mountain-side a vine And only the vine can hear her sing: Sleep, sleep, little one, sleep What shall you fear when I am here? |