LADY ISABEL.
A SONG.
Оh, soft crept repose o'er thy gentle breast,
Oh mild on thine eyes the slumbers fell!
While a seraph still lull'd thee to thy rest
With—"Bless thee Lady Isabel!"
Oh mild on thine eyes the slumbers fell!
While a seraph still lull'd thee to thy rest
With—"Bless thee Lady Isabel!"
Oh sweet is thy walk in the rosy morn,
When the drop hangs bright in the lily's bell!
E'en the linnet which bends yon slender thorn
Sings—"Bless thee Lady Isabel!"
When the drop hangs bright in the lily's bell!
E'en the linnet which bends yon slender thorn
Sings—"Bless thee Lady Isabel!"
