Five English popular songs/The pilgrim of love

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Five English popular songs  (1815-1820) 
The pilgrim of love

THE PILGRIM OF LOVE.

A hermit who dwells in these solitudes cross’d me,
As wayworn and faint up the mountain I press’d,
The aged man paus’d on his staff to accost me,
And proffer’d his cell as my mansion of rest.
Ah! nay, courteous father, onward I rove,
No rest but the grave for the pilgrim of love.
No rest but the grave for the pilgrim of love,
No rest but the grave, for the pilgrim of love.
Yet tarry, my son, till the burning noon passes;
Let boughs of the lemon-tree shelter thy head;
The juice of the ripe Muscadel flows in my glasses,
And rushes fresh pull’d for Siesta are spread.
Ah! nay, courteous father, onward I rove,
No rest but the grave, for the pilgrim of love.
For the pilgrim of love, for the pilgrim of love.
No rest but the grave, for the pilgrim of love.


FINIS.


This work was published before January 1, 1928, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.

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