Mary's Dream (1812)/Mary's Dream

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Mary's Dream.

By Alexander Lowe.

The moon bad climb'd the higheſt hill
That riſes o'er the ſource of Dee,
And from the eaſtern ſummit ſhed
Her ſilver light on tower and tree,
When Mary laid hee down to ſleep—
Her thoughts on Sandy, far at ſea,
Then ſoft and low a voice was heart,
Saying, "Mary, weep no more for me."

She from her pillow gently rais'd
Her head, to ask who.there might be,
And ſaw yourg Sandy ſhiv'ring, ſtand,
With pallid cheek and hollow eye—
O Mary dear! cold is my clay,
It lies beneath a ſtormy ſea;
Far, far from the I ſleep in death,
So, Mary, weep no more for me!

Three ſtormy nights and ſtormy days—
We toſs'd upon the raging 'mains
and long we trove our lark to ſave,
But all our ſtriving was in vain:
Even then, when horror clill'd my blood,
My heart was fill'd with love to thee;
The ſtorm is paſt, and I at reſt,
So, Mary, weep no more for me

"O madien dear! thyſelf prepare,
We ſoon ſhall meet upon that ſhore
Where Love is free from doubt or care,
And thou and I ſhall part no more."
Loud crow'd the cock, the ſhadow fled,
No more of Sandy could ſhe ſee;
But ſoſt the paſſing ſpirit ſaid,
"O Mary, weep no more for me!"


This work was published before January 1, 1927, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.