Hallowe'en
This is the mystic Hallowe'en,
When mischief is abroad I we'en,
And witches brood,
In frolic mood,
In moonbeams' silver light is seen.
When mischief is abroad I we'en,
And witches brood,
In frolic mood,
In moonbeams' silver light is seen.
The wizard chants his mystic rite,
And Hades' doors ope wide to-night,
And demons dark,
Enjoy a lark,
And sport about in flaming light.
And Hades' doors ope wide to-night,
And demons dark,
Enjoy a lark,
And sport about in flaming light.
The witch on broom-stick well astride,
To place of meeting forth doth ride,
Where caldrons boil,
'Midst great turmoil,
To brew love philters for a bride.
To place of meeting forth doth ride,
Where caldrons boil,
'Midst great turmoil,
To brew love philters for a bride.
And young folks at the witching hour,
O'er come their dread of ghostly power,
And tempt the Fates,
With laughing mates,
Or dive for red-cheeked apples sour,
O'er come their dread of ghostly power,
And tempt the Fates,
With laughing mates,
Or dive for red-cheeked apples sour,
And ample stores of nuts and jokes,
Are cracked about among the folks.
King Frolic reigns,
And age regains,
Its youth, in spite of old Time's croaks.
Are cracked about among the folks.
King Frolic reigns,
And age regains,
Its youth, in spite of old Time's croaks.
