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Poems about Lyrics
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Only a baby small,
Dropped from the skies,
Fair stream of the mountain, brightly flowing
Between thy fresh margins, gay with flowers,
Waken, lords and ladies gay,
On the mountain dawns the day;
It was a lover and his lass
With a hey and a ho, and a hey-nonino!
Semichorus.
Oh Tyrant Love! hast thou possest
The cock is crowing,
The cows are lowing,
Morn in the wake of the morning star
Came furrowing all the orient into gold.
The pilgrim's feet here oft will tread
The feathers of the willow
Are half of them grown yellow
At break of day the College Portress came:
She brought us Academic silks, in hue
It was Earl Haldan's daughter,
She looked across the sea;
WHEN twilight's grey and pensive hour
Brings the low breeze, and shuts the flower,
COME, listen all unto my song;
It is no silly fable;
Strophe I.
Ye shades, where sacred truth is sought;
Strain them, O winds, the sails of the years,
Outspread on the mystic sea;
Class of 1885
Men of Dartmouth, give a rouse
I
The curtains now are drawn,
All you on emigration bent,
With home and England ill-content,
Why Damon, why, why, why so pressing?
The Heart you beg's not worth possessing:
Dear Judy, when first we got married
Our fortune indeed was but small,
In the lonely midnight on the wintry hill,
Shepherds heard the angels singing, “Peace, good will.”
There is mist on the mountain, and night on the vale,
But more dark is the sleep of the sons of the Gael.
Christ and his cross are all our theme: The mysteries that we speak
When Royal pow'r was hunted down,
I bless you, forests, valleys, fields, mountains, waters,
I bless freedom and blue skies.
Oh, Eleazar Wheelock was a very pious man;
He went into the wilderness to teach the Indian,
I.
To one fair lady out of Court,
Stay close to me, give me your heart
Then you will see, we'll never part
Yes! I had hope when first we met,
For hope and joy were in thine eye;
The world is young today:
Forget the gods are old,
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