As twileet's deeper curtains fell
Aw sat mi daan an sighed;
Mi thowts went back to th' time when Nell,
Had rambled bi mi side.
Aw seemed to hear her voice agean,
Soft whisperin i' mi ear,
Recallin things 'at once had been,
When th' futur all wor clear.
When love,--pure, honest, youthful love
Had left us nowt to crave;
An fancies full ov bliss we wove;--
Alas! Nell's in her grave.
Oh, Nell! I' that fair hooam ov thine,
Whear all is breet an pure,---
Say,--is ther room for love like mine?
Can earthborn love endure?
Do angels' hearts past vows renew,
To mortals here who dwell?
It must be soa;--if my heart's true,
Aw cannot daat thee, Nell.
It's weel we cannot see beyond
That curtain Deeath lets fall;
Lest cheerin hooaps, an longins fond,
Should be denied us all.
Better to live i' hooap nor fear,--
'Tis Mercy plan'd it soa;
For if my Nelly isn't thear,
Aw shouldn't care to goa.
Bide thi Time.
Bide thi time! it's sure to come,
Tho' it may seem tardy,--
Thine's a better fate nor some:
If tha's but a humble home,
Yet thart strong an hardy;
Then cheer up an ne'er repine,
Be content, an bide thi time.
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