I\u27m Sitting by the Stile Mary

I\u27m sitting by the stile Mary where we sat side by side,On a bright May morning long ago when first you were my bride;The corn was springing fresh and green and the lark sang loud and high,And the red was on your lip Mary and the love light in your eye.The place is little chang\u27d Mary the day is bright as then,The lark\u27s loud song is in my ear and the corn is green again;But I miss the soft clasp of your hand and the breath warm on your cheek,And I still keep list\u27ning to the words you never more may speak, you never more may speak. I\u27m very lonely now Mary for the poor make no new friendsBut oh they love the better still the few our father sends;And you were all I had Mary my blessing and my pride There\u27s nothing left to care for now since my poor Mary died. Bidding you along farewell my Mary kind and true,But I\u27ll not forget you darling in the land I\u27m going to;They say there\u27s bread and work for all and the sun shines always there,But I\u27ll ne\u27er forget old Ireland were it fifty times as fair, were it fifty times as fair

Life in South Africa /

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A Christmas Cake in Four Quarters

London and New York: Macmillan and Co., 187

The dining-room /

Reprint of 3 works: the 1st published in 1878; the 2d in 1877, and the 3d in 1878, by MacMillan, London, in the Art at home series